(This was originally for a school assignment)
When I was eleven, I went to my first huge live concert. It was at a major Scout Jamboree in Alberta. Multiple bands played during the day and night as kids listened, traded badges, and had the time of their lives. While there were many bands, whom I met and talked to, there was one band that was very memorable. It was one of the last nights of camp and it was the biggest concert of the week.
The band asked the crowd to move right up close to the stage. I was so close that I could touch the guitarist. The music was so loud that I can still remember the thumping that it made in my chest. The ground shook as kids and adults alike jumped and danced to the alternative-punk music. The night happened so fast that I don’t even remember the name of the band; but I do remember the two girls beside me.
They were a few years older than me, I could tell, but they let me join in their fun of being young and happy. I was so excited to be there, living and sweaty, that all the bad things that had happened in the week prior, melted away. The best thing that happened that night, was when my siblings and I waited in line to meet the band. I got my shirt sign (which I still own) and talked to the band members. It was one of the best nights of my life.
this is where i ramble; have fun