#TBT. That one time at bandcamp…

That one time at band camp, nothing like American Pie happened – at least to my knowledge. If it did, then damn ya’ll were messy.

I went to band camp for four years of high school. But I wasn’t in band! I was in color guard. For those of you who don’t know what color guard is, it’s those kids who dance around with flags and rifles on the field with the marching band.

After summer practice at the rec center, we finally put together what we learned and joined the marching band for one week before the actual school year started. This is where we got to know everyone on field. We’d learn our marks/coordinates for the field show and learn how to maneuver around the band members. And we finally got to hear the music we were putting our routine to.

It was intense. Here we were practicing for hours in the hot summer time. We’d start off warming up our bodies and do across the floors. I’m glad I had rhythm otherwise across the floors would have been my worst nightmare. Then, we’d start warming up with equipment. 

To be honest, I don’t remember much, but there are two things I do remember:

1. We always had registration and picture taking for our IDs during band camp. Because we were outdoors all the time and in the sun, I always got dark. And in every I.D. picture I was pretty tan. It’s pretty funny.

2. We had a sleepover each year to get to know every one. It was a way for us to bond before the school year started and celebrate getting through a tough week at band camp.

I don’t have any juicy band camp secret, but I just wanted to write this to let you know not to believe everything you see in the movies. πŸ˜‚

xoxo,

Adele
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