Growing up, we lived very close to my high school. On cool, crisp fall days we could hear the marching band playing during half-time of the football games. It wasn't loud - much more like background noise than anything else. The beat of the drums was the most identifiable sound.
My new condo is several blocks from a high school. In the mornings before work I can hear the marching band practicing. The sound brings me back to cool temps, falling leaves and the innocence of my childhood.
Its a nice way to start the day.
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