I have fond memories of Memorial Day as a child. I was too young then to realize that freedom is a gift that many have fought and died for in order for us to have. My main memory is the excitement of the parade. That horses and marching bands, clowns, and fire engines were making their way - loudly - through my own little neighborhood was almost more excitement than my young mind could comprehend!
And even afterwards, it was fun to just stroll down the street seeing the aftermath of it all. The festive feeling that clung in the air was palpable. You could almost reach out and touch it with your fingers. To be able to catch a piece of it and store it in a jar would be a priceless gesture. When one grew older it could then be released into the air. Once again my eyes would widen at the sight of the marching band parading down the street. I would laugh as the clowns passed by and chase down some candy that they tossed. I would stare at the horses looking so elegant and grand as they clomp clomp clomped on the pavement. I would point at someone I might recognize and marvel at the fact that I was acquainted with someone who actually had the honor of being in a parade!
I would get a tear in my eye as the American flag was proudly being displayed. Red white and blue blowing in the breeze, glistening in the sun. Gentleman, remove your hats, all you citizens put your hand over your heart! Stand up and celebrate because you`re free!