I am from an 8 hour day out fishing, from Tama and G. Loomis.
I am from the grey, self-built home.
I am from the Lily pads, the chipmunks running around outside the camper dropping acorns on the roof *thwack* *thwack* *thwack*

I am from listening music 24/7 and saying, “We’ll go to church,” but never ending up going because of being stuffed to the gills with things to do, from Butch and Sue and “Papa”, the family.

I am from the 8 hour days out fishing and the times listening to music around the campfire.
From the 48 inch 30 pound fish in the bay and the music blasting in my ears.
I am from eating dinner at 9 pm and 10 pm. Either being at music lessons or out shopping.

I'm from the grey house no one recognizes, Oreos and pizza. From the day I was hit in the head by my sister with a putter whilst mini golfing, the attempted long hole, and the band aid that covered up the damage.

I am from the music playing in the car, at night, and even walking around; the days and weekends out fishing, and the time spent sitting at home doing nothing.
Never ever ever ever.