The first time I picked up a color guard flag was definitely a magical, memorable experience that I will remember for the rest of my life, my hands felt natural against the cold metal pole. Finally I felt like I was doing something right. When I started those first drop spins, I caught on quickly. Until that point in time I had been good at everything I put my mind to but now-- now I had found where I belonged. Suddenly I was pulling tosses that my instructor (who had been in the game for the four years prior) had yet to master. I was a natural talent. The first time I dropped the flag and it hit my head was memorably painful. After that first incident, the pain was nothing compared to the joy that came with the feel of metal finding purchase
