Like all holidays, Saint Patrick's Day is a day where there is a lot of celebration and dancing. The streets are littered with green ribbons, confetti and costumes. One of my favorite memories of Saint Patrick's Day was when my high school participated in the Mclean Avenue Saint Patrick's Day parade. It was a cool crisp day and we were all lined up in our school uniforms and marched around the square with our school banner: the fighting Irish. I saw people cheering and waving to us on the sidelines while the sounds of bagpipes and drums were ringing in my ear.
Another memory I have of Saint Patrick's Day is the food. Besides the potatoes and shepherd's pie, what caught my taste buds was the Irish soda bread. When I took my first bite into the buttery-raisin bread, my heart beat of my chest and I instantly was craving more. During the festivities, I would always see the Irish jig competitions and how entertaining it was to listen to; hearing the clicking of the shoes and the poise dancing of the individual.
Another favorite memory I had of Saint Patricks day is the stories people would tell of leprechauns and the gold at the end of the rainbow. A long time ago those stories would have seemed believable to my child mind, but growing up, I realized they weren't true but yet still interesting to listen to. To culminate the end of Saint Patty's, me and my family would watch the old Disney channel movie The Luck Of The Irish, to put us all into the "lucky" spirit.
