I am from
      walks to the park shared with my brother,
to lemonade stands on a 80 degree vacant Sunday evening.
       I am from a screaming chaotic pool in the backyard,
                   to an exhausted morning after 

                                I am from
          running around the fields and adventures,
 to digging around my uncle’s creaky, wooden photo cabinet.
        I am from a white and green washed out house
                 owned to the state of Wisconsin

                                 I am from
            collecting rocks with-the neighbor kids,
  to the tears that rolled down my face as the clock struck 9.
                I am from dreaming of growing up,
                    and wanting to play eternally

                                 I am from
        sitting on grandma’s ancient squeaky rocking chair    indulging in on the infinite, intriguing stories of my childhood, and her’s.
           I am from the love my family shares with me,
                     to the love I give them back.