I was a really shy kid in school, that is until you got to know me then it was all ballz out, without the ballz.
In the 6th grade a teacher came into our class and asked if any of us would like to try an instrument (with his ballz out)... (I'm kidding). I raised my hand, which was so not like me. I didn't sign up for anything, I didn't make my presence known for the most part.
I chose flute, cause that's girly right?
I will never forget the "Hot Cross Buns" ad nauseam.
Moved on in 7th grade to a new school and continued my flute awesomeness. The band in the new school was WELL BEYOND Hot Cross Buns, but I found the challenge exciting.
I stuck with it and when it was time to move on High School I was on board for the marching band, the anything band really. It had become my family away from home. We took trips, we spent our summers together, we had great fun bus rides, etc. It was some of the best times and memories of my life.
My first love was a drummer, *groal*, to this day drummers make my heart pitter patter remembering that first love. (I know I've talked about him before, but um, I am past the 500 post mark and I can't find it)
Anyway, as I mentioned this past weekend was the reunion. I had a list in my head of those that I had hoped would be there (certain drummer, for example) that weren't, but there were many that I was happy to see and catch up with.
After the reunion we all headed up to a local hole in the wall bar for karaoke. (I was in band, not choir so no I didn't sing) The group that went with us to the bar was exactly who I cared about being with from the reunion and ones that knew I'd be seeing. It was a blast hearing them talk about where they've been, what they've been doing, etc. They haven't changed a bit, none of them and that is so fascinating to me.
It makes me think about my own self, am I the same. I look back and think, yeah, lots has happened to me. Yet, down deep, I am the same person. That is almost comforting. I have more life experience, but my spirit, my fun loving joking self is really still intact.
I played the hell out of my flute and I'd rock it now if I had one.
I am (not was) a band geek and I love it.
*tootaloot*
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I played the flute.
Labels:
band reunion,
first love,
old friends
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