I am from the lake, from freshwater fishing to ocean fishing.

I am from the blue house at the end of the street.
I am from the park right across my street, the blue slide, the blue monkey bars.

I am from spending the summer on the lake.
I am from fishing at night with the lighted floats scattered in the water.
I am from Steve and Barb and Nick.
I am from the family that prays before dinner and the tree house in the backyard.
I am from “you can't fail if you try your hardest” and “treat others the way you want to be treated.”

I am from Hartland, from peanut butter to fruits.
I am from the from the broken arm after falling off a rolling chair, the time the canoe flipped in the middle of the lake.
I am from the north woods