I am from…
I am from long road trips in the country, snow covered streets, and greeting tiny kitten faces through the stair rails at grandmas.
I am from Hershey kiss cookies fresh from the steaming hot oven while looking at the holiday green and red sprinkles found all around on fresh cookies.
I am from long beach days frolicking with the family, sand and sunburn covering our salty smelling bodies.

I am from honey-suckle blooming behind the house in our forest.
From Kevin rambling on about his copious Navy stories; the family laughing all along the way.
Lemony Snicket leading me through the Baudelaire’s unfortunate lives.

I am from the seven giant pools in Vegas, cheesecake smooth as silk, and springing through the air like a frog jumping from lily pad to lily pad avoiding the “lava.”
I am from wearing a cute flower girl dress in Candice’s wedding, walking down the white as snow aisle as Lauren and Alexandria, and I throw strawberry red rose petals as my hair bounces behind me.
I am from Uncle Mikes crab fest, the blue as the ocean crabs squirming as they prepare to splash into the boiling hot water and then land in our bellies.

I am from chilly air hockey tables on Christmas day, playing in the colored sand in Pre-k, and bright yellow sunglasses sitting upon my face.
I am from motorcycle rides in the fresh fall air zooming along the roads and collecting a fresh snack of insects along the way.
I am from the summer storms when the weeping willow tree beats against my window begging to come in where it is nice and dry.

I am from creating snow bricks in North Carolina, trudging through the snow to the car, and flying down the slush covered hills in the icy cold air.
I am from fighting monsters with Cameron all through the night with Nurff gun bullets flying and hitting the monsters right in the head every time while we watch each other’s backs.
I am from bouncing on the trampoline shooting into the sky feeling like a bird with nothing being able to touch me.

I am from the jingle jangle of Treelo’s cat collar bell, pink as cotton candy fresh from the machine
From slip and sliding all the way down the side yard with my brother chasing after me breaking the Sponge Bob slip and slide only being repaired with silver duct tape
Grandma babysitting me as we bake cookies all day laughing at funny pictures as we wait for them to be done.

I am the wonderful willow tree each leaf a memory, each branch a new year, all coming together to form me; the tree.