While some of my friends enjoy being social butterflies during the parades, flitting from one group of friends to the next, all I really want to do is plop myself down on a ladder and listen to the marching bands. Well, maybe not a ladder since they're not exactly conducive to dancing, but you get the picture. I want to be front and center, up close and personal with when the bands come marching by. I want to get shoved out of the way when the dads scout the perimeters. I want to be scared that the big kid with the drum might take out my nose if he swings that drumstick just a little bit further. I want to feel that infectious, brassy music reverberating in my belly.
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