I am from bikes.

From chases through the grass, spilling over with fear.

Crab apples as ammunition, plentiful as ever.

scratches and bruises to show for the battle.

“I hate you”s and “im sorry”s, then right back to playing.

From goofing off and getting yelled at.

Coloring books and pigment stained hands.

Yelling and shouting packed in the basement.

Iphone downloads and ds trades.

Pokemon battles and minecraft tutorials.

From creativity and imagination, seeing the importance of art at a young age.

I am from getting lost in the woods.

From noticing the beauty in each tree I saw.

From whittling down dead tree branches, making my own tools to use.

Finding the most perfect walking stick.

From climbing up the pine tree to get the frisbee that was caught by the wind.

Sap and dirt covering me all day.

I'm from washing my hands with peanut butter. 

to get the sap off easily.

A life hack that would stick with me like the sap to my skin. 

Pulling out splinters late at night.

From hydrogen peroxide stings and bandaids.

From “god made dirt, dirt don't hurt”. 

A phrase I soon came to resent.

Late night walks.

From long talks into the night.

And learning to live in a moment.

I'm from learning to love the silence.

From grass stained jeans. 

Yet still wearing them with honor, much to my mothers dismay.

Skateboarding down the driveway.

Laughing till the tears come.

Sleeping through the day.

I am from family first.

And friends close second .