I am from the shiny new pink bike











From the training wheels to the play house
I am from the freshly painted white house
From the smell of fresh cut grass and the hot sticky sun
I am from Sunday dinners with the family, from ups and downs to laughter and tears
I am from the Mr. Rogers days to the N’syce days
From, “This is your last chance!” to “keep your head up high”
I am from refusing to go to religion class because it’s such a drag, from faking sick day after day
I’m from the friendly town of Hartland
From grilling sizzling burgers and hotdogs on the grill
From staying up till the break of dawn on summer nights
From Sunday night Packer games
I am from fresh baked cookies on Christmas Eve
I am from the life style of the millennium
I am from all the lasting memories that make worth waking up in the morning