I was from a nameless lake submerged in foliage and hidden from the world.
I am from opportunity given by my parents and community.
From trophies for last place and
ribbons for participation.
I will be from independence and making decisions for myself,
from breakfast for dinner.
I was from cruise ships and private resorts.
From smoothies on the beach and all inclusive meals.
I am from a battlefield, with casualties and deafening gunfire.
I will be from a private island,
with no contact with the outside world,
from silence and peace.
I was from a one story home with no garage,
from raccoons and raspberry bushes,
whose sweet scent drifts miles away
I am from the famous Madison Farmer’s market,
where my grandpa sells venison every Saturday.
I will be from snow covered Packer games
at Lambeau Field.
I am from my past, present, and future experiences, which will sculpt me into who I am.