March For Our Lives - Raleigh: My Experience
Updated: Mar 9, 2019
- By Hannah Flood, Staff Writer -
The first thing I saw as I rounded the corner of Fayetteville Street was the hundreds of signs people were holding. My first thought was that the scene in front of me looked like a picture that I have seen countless times over the past year. It was a strange feeling to realize that I was soon going to be joining the crowd of thousands of people in front of me. Kids and people of all ages were in attendance, many holding signs, some so young that they had to be pushed in strollers. My friends and I found an open spot to stand and started really looking around us, taking pictures of some of the more creative signs around us. People were busy taking pictures with each other, holding their signs up for all to see, and chanting along with the crowd to the slogans of the march. Multiple helicopters hovered nearby, reminding us of just how big this march really was, literally and figuratively. When the march began, a wave of excitement rolled through the crowd, everyone began cheering and chanting. A drumline soon passed us by, giving us all an extra boost as we continued to march on, banners and signs raised high down every street. It was exhilarating and reassuring to know that the people surrounding us on all sides not only agreed with our beliefs, but held these beliefs just as strongly as we did, because there we all were, marching together. The messages that we wanted to share were spoken loudly and confidently, with everyone in attendance hopeful of the impact that our actions will make. The time for change is here, and enough is enough.