Never to be Forgotten
I remember it as clearly as if it were yesterday. The gym, the songs, the audience. All were there, except one, my own family. I remember the feeling of anxiety, and at the same time, deep with the utmost shame. With so many mixed feelings, even I am still uncertain of what I felt that night, the night of many sweet voices combined into one.
As I recall, it had been a cold, frosted night filled with the joy and laughter of my piers. Returning into the gym, we prepared for our performance, wondering all the while if I would even be able to make a sound. There were so many people, just waiting, waiting. With my heart racing out of my chest, not even my deep breaths could calm me.
For the most part, I spent my free time looking into the audience, looking for something I knew I wouldn’t find, my family. My brothers had too much work, my dad was at still at his job, and my mother was too busy. There was no point in me looking, but I did anyway, and instead, spotted most of my closest friends, cheering me on all the while.
Finally, after so much tension and anxiety, it began. Songs were sung of freedom, hard work, respect, and much more that I don’t quite remember. Everything had seemed so perfect, that it couldn’t get any better. So as the final song had been sung, and the last dance performed, it was time to say goodbye to the moment, the moment of sweet voices and frosted nights. The support of all of my friends congratulating me made me forget my inner feelings, my depressed feelings and instead, filled me up with pride and accomplishment. Walking back into the night with several friends, I can remember my breath billowing in front of my like a soft mist, cool and gentle, and then disappearing into the darkness. The moment of sweet voices and frosted nights. The moment of a lifetime. The moment never to be forgotten.
(P.S. This is what I used for a class assignment but felt like putting it in here ^^)
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