I am from the North Shore,
watching the waves hit the shoreline.
From my dad teaching me how to sail.

I am from skiing in the cold,
learning at age three.
From frostbite on my hands and toes.

I am from a wooden pier,
with my toes in the ice cold water.
From tubing and swimming.

I am from a orange, pink, and blue spandex race suit,
and a slow green chairlift.
From hot chocolate in the chalet.

I am from morning paddle boarding,
when there are only ripples on the water.
From bonfires and messy s’mores.

I am from trying not to fall,
while making“S” turns.
From wanting to go faster.

I am from yacht club parties,
to white table cloth dinners and holding my fork right.
From no elbows on the table.

I am from cozy neckies,
and coming from the back.
From practice makes perfect.

I am from a buoy,
and my crew.
From no shoes and only a swimsuit.

I am from hand and toe warmers,
from layers of clothes.
From shredding slopes.

I am from “do your best that is all we ask,”
to sailing from sun up to sun down.
From lifejacket tans and lots of “Friends.”

I am from extended car rides,
traveling far and near always finding a home.
From not letting hard times get me down.

I am from a Friend,
Peter and Heidi.
From always having fun.

I am from Pewaukee Lake,
and Holy Hill.
From sailing and skiing.