My sophomore year in high school was simply amazing. With an ever increasing self-esteem I was becoming more out going and apparently more fun to be around. I had friends like I had never had before too. Those who tormented me in junior high had left me alone — or was it that I stopped …
Band Camp ended on a high note – no pun intended. I had made some new friends, which I sorely needed at the time, but more importantly I had met Tammy. During the ride home I could not get her off my mind. I had fallen into the classic puppy love syndrome and that syndrome …
“What?!? Time to get up already?” Having seen her for the first time last night — or so I had thought, I could barely remember having marched back to the dormitory. “Get up Jackie”, my roommate screamed, “We have to line up!” We had to get up very early everyday in order to line up for breakfast — …
So here I am… this chubby 15 year old kid marching to percussion clicks with a smelly brass marching trombone and on the front row too. I was still scared to death of what was coming next. “Band camp is really hard”, they said. I was told there would be, “long hours on a football field …
Our story begins in August of 1988 where we were both 15 years old. I was very apprehensive considering everything that I had been told about how hard band camp was going to be. I met Tammy at Herbert Hoover High School’s annual band camp that year in Fairmont WV which is about 2 hours away from my home. I am somewhat …