It's over....the final season is over. For four years, I have dedicated the very base of my life to my participation in my team. The hours, the days, the months I have put in have finally come to an end. I have had two families for four years, now I have lost one. I knew this day would come, but I should have realized that before I blinked. In an instant, I saw the end of the era I have lived through. I have seen people come, go, stay, forcefully pry themselves from me, physically link themselves to me, and be there when I needed them the most. Never in my life have I sacrificed for, been there for, given to, asked from, lived for, wanted to see, or spent so much time with anyone before. Everything that I am today I can attribute to that team and everyone that has been on it with me. I have been through four field shows, four summers of band camp and training, four winter seasons, and four years worth of his city's parades. I don't regret any of it. In fact, I will miss it all with more of a passion than I ever thought I had in me. Despite all the drama, the tears, the fights, my team has been my family, and I try not to turn my back on my family. The happiest times of my life have been spent out on that gym floor, where I first learned what confidence really was. I have never loved anything more than spending time with this family. This year, I tried harder to give my team the best season I could give them than anything I've ever tried to do in my life, and I think we have succeeded in having the best one yet. I love my family and I will never, ever, forget any of this or any of them. These were the best years of my life...
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