I am from the sight of towers, that make one feel like an ant. 
I am from the smell of fresh cut grass on a baseball field. 
I am from the heat of the south, baking your skin on hot summer days. 
I am from the sound of dribbling a basketball on the concrete at neighborhood courts. 
 
I am from the taste of steak and chicken, served with hot mashed potatoes. 
I am from the smell of fresh corn on the cob, with a glob of butter on top. 
I am from the taste of fresh biscotti, right out of my great grandmother’s cookbook. 
I am from the world’s best lasagna with as much melted cheese as you can imagine. 
 
I am from “Did you scoop poop yet?” 
I am from “Those video games are numbing your mind.” 
I am from “I literally called the TV first.’’ 
I am from “I love you more.” 
 
I am from ships at Ellis Island bringing loads of people from Italy and Germany. 
I am from a long line of hard workers, who have tried their best to make it in America. 
I am from Farmers and Miners, to Lawyers and Businessmen. 
I am from people who love you no matter what you do.