Tomorrow, we are headed out to Eagle Stadium for the Homecoming Festivities. I think there is something uniquely special about a Smalltown Homecoming. The jingle of the mums and garters, the sound of the bands, the sparkles on the dresses, and the smiles on the alumni.
As a student, I remember looking forward to Homecoming festivities. We decorated the high school halls, had a bonfire, and sometimes assembled floats for a parade. All the work and hoopla just added to those special high school memories and friendships. As a college student, I wanted to come home to at least one game that first year, and I chose Homecoming. I realized that in some ways Decatur would always be my home, and for me, that was huge. As a “grown-up,” I’ll admit that we’ve missed more homecomings than we’ve made, but now that we’re back here with our family, we plan on making it a yearly tradition.
I’m looking forward to hearing cowbells bounce off those ridiculously huge mums, and getting caught up in the atmosphere of Smalltown Friday Night. I have our Decatur Blue washed and ready, and plan on singing along to the school song, knowing we’re living “the stuff in the middle.”