I’m from bike rides to the park in Wausau

chasing my brother,

hearing the wind whisper as I race down the hill.

I’m from hot, humid days in the summer,

hearing my heartbeat with adrenaline,

and throwing her out at first base.

I’m from crying until my eyes won’t melt—

but also laughter until I can’t breathe…

a family of six does that to me.

I’m from crashing on the ice—

leg breaking and bruising,

hurrying to the hospital with my helmet still on.

I’m from friends with whispering secrets—

feeling like a toy they play with…

moving on but not missing.

I’m from the summer of 2016

when I stayed out until the moon took over.

Laughing, smiling from ear to ear...

I’m from bike rides to the park in Wausau

chasing my brother,

hearing the wind whisper as I race down the hill.