Samson and I went back to Hunter today to visit our dear kids at drumming. The teacher is still very kind and expressive and tries so hard to teach everyone. Those three hours were the happiest I've been in a while. To look at old members and be able to smile and laugh while playing is something that can't be experienced anywhere else. I'll always be thankful to Samson for persuading the stubborn 9th grade me to at least give drumming a try and not care about who else was in it. Thinking about all the things we went through and how important and serious we took each thing that happened, it all seems like a very strange dream. I still can't believe some of the things that went down but we all came out wiser. Heh.
I hope that we can all come together and play again someday~
Hunter Samulnori, fighting!
