I am from the driveway, the path where I played,

three siblings fighting like a war,

no one wanting to lose.

I am from the hoop I scored on,

the hill I sled on,

the yard I played on.

I am from the competitiveness that drove me through the lane,

the commitment that flew off jumps and zoomed down hills,

the creativeness that put together games.

I am from the school where I learned to achieve my goals,

where I learned to lead my teams,

like a gardener tending his crops.

I am from the friendships I built,

a rollercoaster of loops and steep drops,

friendships made with perseverance, avoiding any obstacles in its path.

I am from the experiences I lived through,

from breaking my nose during a baseball game,

to being in a hurricane that witnessed death and destruction.

I am from the driveway, the path where I played,

the path I have paved,

in order to win the battle.