My Best Memory:)

My best memory that I can remember is in marching band. I remebrer it like it happened yesterday. Our band in the stands cold and freezing but not losing hope, jumping in our seats for every 1st place we got. The stands filled up with other bands as they repsented with colors of uniforms of the band and colorguard for their school while some sat on the ground hoping for the 1st overall cheering. We did everything in our pwoer not to freak out as the judges called 2nd place, it wasnt us. We began to squeal under our breath with excitement. It had to be us, we had to get first place. We waiting for what seemed to be months unable to handle it, hands almost breaking, band almost jumping out their seats, then he said it          

"1st place goes to...Roanoke Rapids Marching Band!". We jumped out of our seating screaming and tackling each other in hugs and excitement, some even crying, this was for the senoirs. Our cheers filled the darkstary night          

"RoRap! Jackets! RoRap! Jackets!" The captains hold our trophy in the air while the while Roanoke Rapids Marching Band ran out into the middle of the field. In our victory

We Rode That Pony!