I don't really know when I went crazy. Maybe when I was in fourth grade and went to my first New Kids concert. Maybe the first time I was in GA watching them in Mannheim, Germany. I still swear that Donnie looked right at us. Maybe it was the first night that I slept on my New Kids sheets or when my shop project in 6th grade was a wooden NKOTB sign. Whenever it was, it was never as fun as it is now.
I love that we're adults this time around. I love that we're going crazy because we want to, not because hormones are dictating our actions. I love that last weekend in Vegas was one of the most fun times that I have ever had.
For the first time, I really let go. I did. I let the frenzy truly overtake me and let myself enjoy the ride. It was like being filled up with warmth and love and fun and life. I wasn't worried about trying to meet the guys. I've never met them and am not worried about whether or not I ever do. I wasn't worried about how I looked or what I was wearing. Sure, I looked amazing, but it didn't matter. I wasn't worried about anything because I was just there to have a good time and enjoy myself and my friends.
I think, for the first time, I really understood being a fan. Don't get me wrong, I've always been a fan, always loved being a fan, and always loved meeting other fans. But, I understood it for the first time. I understood the freedom of just letting go of the safety bar and throwing your hands up at the top of the rollercoaster. For that, I am so grateful.
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