Excitement of an upcoming parade walks by with smiling
faces, greeting everyone.
Children laughing, babies crying, not understanding
exactly what is happening.
Grown-ups joyously reliving their pasts, talking and
greeting everyone with happiness shining from their
inner child.
Life becomes a fantasy of floats and clowns, music
stings the air when the band is right in front of you.
Parades have been marching for centuries and today's
Fiesta Bowl Parade is no exception.
For a few happy moments, life will stand still as we
become one, watching the magnificent creations walk
by us.
(10: 42 a.m. - 12/31/94)
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