Personal Narrative: My Marching Band Journey

Sweat drizzles down my skin as it exits my pores trying to cool my heated body. The blood rushes through my veins pumping blood with the consistent pounding of my heart. Every breath, every second, every action, every thought; I am standing where everything counts. Artificial turf and grass crumpled beneath my torn black shoes and the thick silence only cut by the timed chants from afar. This is the last moment I will stand here for this reason. This is the last moment I will stand here with my family. This is the last moment of my marching band career. Many will say that this was a special group of kids, others will say that this year was a show that was made to make it. I, on the other hand, will say that this was because of seven years of dedication.
I started this crazy journey in the sixth grade. I could even argue that it truly started when I was even younger. I entered this world unknowing of what the future held that one day they asked us what we wanted us to do in middle school. As a fifth grader I already knew. My older brother entered band only a year before and me being unconfident in my skills as a singer and bored by the alternative of the sitting in a standard classroom learning about how to be a leader through a teacher I naturally selected band as my elective. Entering
She must want to be a musician one may think, but as I mentioned in the beginning, that was my last moment. In the future I aspire to be a writer. I want to write the stories in my mind and share it to the world. Now how does that relate to band? The lessons I learned through my seven years stays with me in my daily life. To overcome obstacles, to work with others, to be determined, to be focused, to keep on going. These are the characteristics I believe are important in a writer and they are the characteristics I believe that will get me closer to my goal one step at a