Happy Birthday America!?! oh9

It’s late. But it’s here. So 4th of July. Happy Birthday to the United States. What’s on the agenda. Pffft. Is that even a question, the Provo Parade of course. And, Could I go along without my trusty friend Evan, psssh. I think not.

Morning breaks. Six thirty in the a.m. I awake. Prepare myself for a radical day of fireworks, parades, balloons and loads of salt water taffy. I obtain Evan and We head to Provo. We sit in front of….can you guess? Yes. The PennyRoyal and Coal Umbrella. Which I have been searching for for an entire week. We nailed it. It was nice. The parade begins. Evan and I eat our bagels while smashed between a plethora of Polys. Which I didn’t mind. Yet, Evan did. But the Parade is starting. What do you want to obtain from this wonderful birthday bash? a.) Emerald’s looks embracing our eyes. b.) A love for marching band. c.) at least 4 pounds of salt water taffy.

Now, we hear the gun shots, the American flag comes into view. We stand. We salute. We whistle. We hoot. Then, I hear the bagpipes. The marching bands. The planes. The games. The parade has begun. I am pumped. Evan and I begin jumping to great heights hugging eachother in the air with our great excitement. We are yelling and screaming, making new friends. Obtaining salt water taffy. It’s all very nice. But we feel one thing missing. But we cannot put our finger on it. What the holy is it?

Then. Marching Band. This is what we’ve been waiting for. Every highschool in about a 690 mile radius is there. Marching. I think I peed my pants. I started to tear up. Evan and I jumped higher then Lebron. We cheered. I yelled… “I heart marching band, don’t smile you there playing the tuba, don’t do it! Don’t smile!’ He smiled.

This is what was missing.

Oh sweet child of mine. Thank you America, thank you for having a birthday. Because I will never forget July 4, oh9. Why? Well, only because this is the day that I discovered my love for marching band.

Ode to Marching Band.
Oh band of Marching.
I heart you.
You set my soul afire.
I heart you.
I wish I could date you.
I heart you.
For you, I will do anything.
I heart you.
Oh band of Marching.
I heart you!