Blackberry Jam Narrative

A week ago me and my friends decided to go the infamous Dr. John's Blackberry Jam in Atlanta we’ve been going for a couple years now mainly for the hip hop jazz and classical. But the last time we went something strange happened while my friends Daquan, Jessica, and Justin went to get some cokes. We had arrived late because of traffic and parking and the hot summer day made us feel very drained. As we walked into the gate we saw about six hundred thousand people of all ethnicities and religions it was very diverse and caught a lot of people’s attention by the music genres, love, fun, and positivity message it spread. Everyone was wearing neon necklaces, shoes, shirts, hats and headbands because we were instructed to wear bright colors so at night it would look cool and glow when it gets dark. We had finally made it to the entrance even with our snail paced walking. The instructor gave us a map and our wrist bands and told us to head to a spot in the middle of the festival. Justin who was very enthusiastic and popular typically wore
On his way to the entrance, he scraped his knees on the concrete by running after his son and friends. Got tired of running stopped and rested and that’s how they’re here looking for him now. I laughed after he told me the story it reminded me of Justin’s grandpa who used to always chase after us when we snuck out in middle school to go to a skating ring in the middle of the night. His story surprisingly gave me hope for the future by reminding that some kids still get out and become active with their