Growing up, I was forced to wear a "dickey" and march in our local Memorial Day parade. I hated it! In fact, I think this may be the sole reason that I quit playing the clarinet. The shear thought of wearing something named "dickey" horrified me as a self-absorbed tween. If you weren't in the band, you may not know what a "dickey" is, it's not what you think so please click on this link. If you have any fashion sense at all you'll know why I was traumatized by the experience.
It wasn't until I had my own kids that I discovered that I LOVE and LIVE for going to the Doylestown, Memorial Day parade. My husband thinks I'm nuts, but when I hear those marching bands coming down the street, my eyes tear up everytime. I'm not sure if it's a flashback of a time when I was little (before life in the band) or if I'm just a band nerd at heart.
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