Personal Narrative: Why I Become A Marching Band

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I was sitting in the stadium of my local high school, something that would make any other timid 13 year old uncomfortable, yet I was ecstatic. I was about to see a marching band live for the first time and I felt as excited as any 13 year old band kid could. In the stands, I watched on the edge of my seat, waiting for them to begin, not wanting to miss a single second. From the first step off I was amazed, but it wasn't until they all pointed their horns up at once and played the first hit of the show that I was really in awe. The chord resonated throughout the stands and I could feel it in my chest. It was the most overwhelming feeling I had ever experienced, and with tears in my eyes, I thought, “This is it. This is what I want to do.”
Finding our purpose in life is something we all strive to do, but the burden is even worse for high schoolers who are expected to choose what they are going to do for the rest of their lives before they are even legal adults. We are forced to decide where to go and stay there. Before I joined band, I had nowhere to go. It gave me a place to be; a place where I belonged.
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Being a part of a group of people all working for the same thing, all loving the performance- it's magical. To be a part of something so much bigger than yourself is life changing, and without this activity I wouldn't know what to do. It gave me a purpose.
I don't remember much from the first year I marched, but one incident always comes to mind when I think about it. It was just after our first competition and we had messed up- bad. My section got together to talk about what had just happened. Before one of us could finish saying “It's going to be okay,” we all began crying. It was a sight to see- six girls, all in marching uniforms, huddled in a circle, sobbing; but in that moment I felt as close to my friends as I ever