Even though we fight and don't always get along, I will always think of my marching family as my band family. They are like the siblings I never had. It breaks my heart that at the end of the year I will have to say good bye to another set of seniors. But I will always have the memories. You wouldn't think that we would get along so well, but even though we all have VERY DIFFERENT (and I mean very different) personalities, we are all still a band family. It is crazy the bonds that you make when you are just eating lunch at band camp or laughing at that thing someone did the bus to a competition but they make unbreakable bonds. Yes we are weird and yes we are crazy, but we are weird and crazy together. Some people think it is crazy that we enjoy marching around on a field but it is the thing I love. I love the feeling of finishing a great show, knowing you did well, covered in sweat and you can't help but smile even wider as you start marching of the field. It is amazing the rush you get from performing the show you and your band spent hours upon hours trying to perfect. I can't help but love the rush I get when the music starts and we are doing a another run of the show. It is crazy how this seven to ten minute show can make you laugh or cry or smile or so many other emotions that I can't even begin to describe. I love everyone in my band and will never forget, no matter how small, or large their impact on my life.