I was 7 years old. My older brother was in the Madison Scouts. For some reason my parents left me home with a babysitter while they went to Drums On Parade at James Madison Memorial Stadium (about 4 miles from where I lived) I loved going to my brothers rehearsals especially to hear the drums, but I had never been to an actual show. I was outside playing with 3 friends and all of a sudden I heard a drum line warming up in the far off distance. After talking my friends into following me we ran from street to street and backyard to backyard stopping along the way to try and figure out which direction the sound of the drums were coming from. After a while two friends decided they had to go home but one friend and I trudged on. Finally we made it to the back of the stadium and I stood mesmerized watching drum corps after drum corps until it started getting dark. Then getting a bit scared my lone friend and I started home, realizing at this point that we had drums to lead us to the stadium but nothing to lead us home. Well, a couple of hours later and after dark we arrived home to a crying babysitter and very mad parents. I was grounded for a couple of weeks but the good thing that came out of it was that my parents took me to every show they went to from then on. I was hooked. I followed my brother into the Madison Scout. Marched until my age out year (1885). In 2003 I played Scouts 1995 for my oldest son, (which was a year he was the mascot) he was hooked and started marching that next year, his final 2 years with Scouts aging out in 2010. While showing my younger son a video of my age out year I realized that my older son and I both aged out playing Slaughter and Rhapsody....a quarter of a century apart.