I am from drinking from chipped mason jars

From pine trees and red clay dirt

I am from stuffed animals and handmade quilts

Carving jack o'lanterns and riding parade floats

I am from sparklers and late nights

Finding wild turtles and having water balloon fights

I am from cheesecake and fish and rice

Marshmallow mateys and split pea soup

I am from car rides and dinosaur songs

Grandma's house and free ice cream

I am from the blanket I brought everywhere

The sister I used to wish wasn’t there

I am from drinking from chipped mason jars

Colored pencil shavings and filled sketchbooks

I am from singing songs under my breath

Tens of once used spiral bound notebooks

I am from weekends camping with dad

The smell of tree smoke and smores and insect repellant

I am from early morning cold tiled floors

Dancing like a maniac when no one else is there

I am from little brothers playing dogs

Forbidden tickle fights and hide and go seek

I am from small blue rocket ships

Oversized hoodies and tangled up hair

I am from drinking from chipped mason jars

Sneaking out our window to catch fireflies

I am from bare feet and blanket forts

Baseball caps worn backward and Capri Suns

I am from stick figure drawings of our family

Including the halos and angel wings

I am from leaving the microwave on END

Playing Indians and cowboys with imaginary friends

I am from Go Diego Go and Maisy the Mouse

Fox and the Hound, the Lion King

I am from giant styrofoam blocks

From cutting down our own Christmas tree and letting it dry out

Nostalgia has a taste and mine is chipped mason jars