But that's not going to stop me from helping my kid have a memory.
And because it seems like no one believes us when we tell them about the weekend night dressing up... here's this one...
But the fact that I got to watch this event with everyone else is indescribable. Truly. I know I will never carry a torch, just like all you men out there will never play for the Yankees/Mets/Cubs/ManU. I got to carry it vicariously, along with everyone else there that day, through this young man...
Here's a video of him on the other side of Durham from where we were...
And here he is running by me... ....and away from me.
It was a great feel. I hope Kiddo remembers it.
In the summer of '96, when the Mr. and I were first married, living in our first apartment, expecting our first baby, we witnessed our first (and last)Olympic torch bearer running past our house. It was really cool. So glad that you and Kiddo got to experience that.
ReplyDeleteI think she will. That IS kinda cool.
ReplyDeleteI've never cared too much for the summer Olympics, but I love the winter Olympics - I suppose that's a matter of geography. Regardless of what the Olympics really "mean" I think it's always cool to be part of a big international event. I hope she remembers!
ReplyDeletebloody riot - and those cold wet streets can only be the north of England...
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