So long sweet summer

I love drum corps. It was one of, if not the greatest thing I've ever done. I had to overcome all sorts of physical, mental and emotional barriers. It's the greatest high you can ever be on. Being around 150 people that you can trust, and you know trust you.

What stinks is the aftermath. When you're thinking about those days on the road, who do you tell? When you hear that song, and it makes you think of something funny from the summer, who do you share that with? I'm lucky in that I go to school with 7 people that I've marched with, so there's almost always someone that I can talk with. I just hate when we're talking about it and we end up alienating everyone around us.

I don't mean to have this private conversation in public, and make everyone else feel as if they aren't included, but this was the greatest thing that I've ever done, and it just happens that sometimes (and espically for the first few months when I get home) I have these vivid memories, that I hold so dear, and want to talk to someone about them. I can understand why this might become uninteresting to those who were not there this summer, but to me these memories are some of my most valuble possessions. Sorry if my withdrawl becomes tiresome, but sometimes I just can't help it I guess.