It’s not often I can remember things from almost 30 years ago. But in this case I can. Until today, the very last time I went to a parade on purpose (not counting stumbling over a Disneyland parade) was the Daffodil Parade of 1987. At the time, the father of the girl I was dating was a Daffodilian. This was the group in charge of the Daffodil festivities, and they all donned yellow jackets to march at the very END of the parade.
The family (and boyfriends evidently) of these people were given the opportunity to sit in the bleachers at the very end of the route. I distinctly remember offering my seat to be given to someone “more deserving”, but I was outvoted (and though her mom was a great lady, one did NOT argue with) so I was there for hours…. (For the record I thought he was the coolest guy and had the biggest smile as he waved walking past)
That was the last parade I went to….Until today! Continue reading “Now I remember why I avoid parades.”