My first ‘real’ concert; went with one of my best friends… who is still one of my best friends. Twenty-eight years later, I still remember it to this day.
Is it childish of me to still love Iron Maiden, some 28 years later? As Bruce Dickinson says, if that teenager is still alive in us somewhere, then we’re still alive. Do I look foolish when I get excited about this? It’s a risk I’m willing to take.