Where I'm From

Where I’m From

I am from my imagination,

From Barbies and Polly Pockets.

I am from my front yard,

From the late afternoons of survival campaigns with friends.

I am from hot summer days,

From sweaty, leg-burning bike rides to chlorine-filled lungs from a good day the pool.

I am from the boring summer days,

From an unfair wrestling match with my older brother

And arguing on which cartoons to watch.

I am from California,

From two day trips to my grandparent’s house and the beach.

I am from the 4th of July,

From crazy brothers who light loud and dangerous fireworks

And good laughs from family members.

I am from Mondays,

From half days at the babysitter’s
to movies in the afternoon with dad, eating m&m’s and drinking bug juice.

I am from the scary basement,

From stupid stories my brothers would tell me.

I am from the elementary days,

From learning the number eleventeen

To birthday spankings from Mr. Bussey.

I am from amazing Thanksgivings

From delicious mashed potatoes and ham

To getting bodycheck by vicious family members in a “nice” game of football.

I am from my Grandparent’s basement, 

From multiple rounds of hide-and-seek.

I am from sick days, 

From missing so much homework

To wanting to drop out of the 4th grade!

I am from a childhood,

From a time that has made me who I am today,

From a place that now holds my greatest memories.

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