So many thoughts come to mind when I think about my experience at the Olympic Opening Ceremonies. Memories of me as a child watching them with my grandmother come rushing to my head.
You see, when I was three years old (almost four), my Grandmother was selected to carry the Olympic torch through Cleveland for the 1996 Atlanta Games. I ran along her side with my parents carrying a paper mache torch. Since then, I have always watched the opening ceremonies with her. In my youth, the Olympics became a staple. This past Friday night, when the games kicked off and I watched the opening ceremonies in London with nearly a thousand people, it really hit me. I had come full circle.
It had always been my dream to go to the Olympics. It is still amazing that I am here, and it hasn’t all hit me yet as to exactly what I am experiencing. I am in awe of the sheer magnitude of the games. Watching the games on television does not even come close to doing them justice.
At the Olympic park, athletes freely walk with spectators. They are always available to take a picture or sign a quick autograph. There is no special high paid athlete status that holds these athletes back from their fans. The games have begun. The Olympics are truly here.
If there is one thing I have realize and will allude to in many other blogs, it is that the Olympics is what is right in sports. The Olympics epitomize sport.