Never mind me~ just a trip down memory lane.

I miss spinning. I miss it so much. When I was a freshman in high school, I felt so lost…like I was just a number, an unknown face in my small high school. It wasn’t until my sophomore year when I found out about the color guard team that I finally felt like I belonged somewhere. For the next three years, color guard became my life. I belonged there. The guard girls (and the band) there became my friends and through the years they became more like my family. We spent so much time together. We practiced together. We learned our routine and our tosses together. It was so frustrating at times, but at the end of the season, we all know that it was worth it. We were good; we were contented; we were ecstatic. It is because we all know that we worked so hard to get there. There is nothing more exhilarating than stepping into that field/floor and hearing the music and spinning and dancing with it. Performing gave me a “high” that I cannot explain. No matter how hurt I get because of this activity, I never gave up.  I hurt my ankles, my wrists, my fingers, and even permanently hurt my knees (luxating patella  aka floating kneecap) but I could care less…after all, it made me happy. I should have made the best of those hours and hours of rehearsal that we had to go to in the scorching hot summers or even those days when it was snowing and we had to practice in the wrestling room of the high school. I had crazy memories from those days, and also those days when we had to travel to the next competitions. We had so much fun. Sitting there in our skin tight uniforms, our hair up in buns, dramatic eye make-up, and of course, who could forget, and that god awful glitter!!! So many good memories…I have no idea why they are all coming back to me right now, but I am not complaining. After all, color guard was, for the longest time, the only thing making me happy. I feel like becoming a part of the color guard family was the best decision I have made in high school, and I wish that I can somehow continue this little hobby of mine sometime in college. If not, oh well, it can just be my precious memory that I can hold on to until I grow old and weary.