I’m from bustling cities with the quiet getaway of a small, family cul-de-sac.
The joy of a warm summertime, the new formed concept of cell phones, and the birth of J.K Rowling’s Harry Potter.
I’m from broken vocal chords after an extensive three month of musical rehearsals,
Weights on my eyelids as I struggle to keep my eyes open to watch the sunrise following a long night of giggles,
And the exhaustion slowly leaving my body as I lay on the couch, after a long run
I’m from the wide open sky, like a roof overhead, overlooking the massive groups of seagulls guided by the moon, gawking at the twinkling ocean,
And dozing off to the distant sound of the whoosh of the wind and waves arguing with the stubborn rocks,
And my embarrassment of using my hairbrush as a microphone as I dance around my room.
I’m from laughter and smiles exchanged during our annual game of white elephant
And slipping and sliding our way down a mud covered hill on a camping trip gone awry.
I’m from encouraging smiles and voices along with “cant doesn’t live here, but I’ll try does”
And hours of learning that sharing is caring, even when it was my favorite toy
And most of all, days filled with taking chances, living life to the fullest, and keeping a smile on my face even if it is only to make someone else’s day brighter.