|Smile and wave!|
Parade Season is officially here. Since Rain joined the Marching Band a year ago, I have been to more parades than I had ever been to in the rest of my life combined. I don't remember going to parades as a child. Do they even have parades in San Diego (my hometown)? Not that I ever heard of.
Utah does parades. We have parades for every occasion, including occasions that aren't really occasions. Our hometown parade is known as the "Steel Days Parade." American Fork used to have a steel mill. Sort of. Technically the steel mill wasn't really in American Fork, but in a nearby town of even smaller size. But I digress. There's the neighboring Lehi Parade, the Freedom Festival Parade, the Days of 47 Parade, and the Highland Parade. And those are just the ones that Rain's band marches in. While we've been to all of the aforementioned parades, we have not yet been to the Raspberry Days Parade, nor the Onion Days parade, nor the Strawberry Days parade. The list goes on...
Parades. Good times. Sunshine and summertime.
|Heading to the Freedom Festival Parade|