I am from Peterbilt dump trucks, Barbie picnics, and Silverado Power

Wheels.

I am from the white farm house across from the lake.

I am from the burrs in my blonde hair, the dirt in Jake’s mouth, and the mud

on my dad’s work boots.

I am from kickball and baseball in the field, and lake parties at Uncle Don’s.

I am from roller- skating, the ones you keep your shoes on when wearing

them, on the gravel driveway.

From watching Monsters Inc. and Iron Giant on VHS.

I am from church on Sunday, and Piggly Wiggly after for hot ham.

From Sussex, the family whose dirtbikes, fourwheelers and trucks were

constantly complained about.

I am from Menomonee Park, where my mom always made us do family

pictures, dragging on and on for hours.

I am from the family whose dog runs away every other day, and gets hit by

passing cars, and chases the neighbor lady’s cats up the

tree.

From the Radio Flyer being pulled from behind the Silverado Power Wheels,

driving off to have a Barbie themed picnic, with my brother

chasing after-- wanting to come with.