A marching band, sirens, and a chorus of honks. 8 women dressed as Santa's elves going past my window. The Santa Claus parade reminds me of the year my mother must have dressed me in four layers of pants and brought me to downtown Oakville to watch the parade quickly before I had to rush to the twins' older brother's bowling birthday party. It was last minute, I think we gave him a toonie; toonies were the new thing. I was overdressed for bowling. The couple beside us at the parade were pouring coffee out from their thermos into mugs. It smelled good, my mother said. I didn't know what Irish coffee was at the time, now I know it would have been the perfect thing to keep my feet warm.
Do marching band members practice on tracks or treadmills?
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