playing tricks my mind is.
I am sitting at the football game and jon neff (drum major) yells to get our attention, "Band!..." My mind finishes the question he must of meant, "...how do you feel?" and i had to stop myself from responding, "I feel good... do do do do ah ah ahhh." explain to me the wonders of our memory. i haven't thought about that tradition in years. the only explanation is that jon shouted in that exact way and it threw me back six or seven years...
it's cold outside. very cold. we had rehearsal anyway, which is not common for the gcc band as we are wimpy and lazy. but it was cold, my piccolo was cold, my fingers began to get numb, the air smelled like cold leaves... and again my mind began to wander to days of old. reinforced then by my driving down below campus (back by the softball and soccer fields) and this odd feeling that i was driving around after band practice...
there was an empty dew bottle being thrown around the rehearsal hall... band room football anyone?
i really cannot understand what makes all the memories jog like they do but when they do it is a bittersweet feeling i would never dream of giving up. it takes me back to days when things were far more simple and my worries and cares were nothing to be stressing over. and yet, like the teenage girl i was, drama was everything. sometimes i think i want to go back and relive those days... most likely that is not the best idea... but man... those were good days.