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Summer Swimming, Steaming Styrofoam, and Surprise S’mores
I am from chasing my brother on the soccer field, flying down the zipline at church camp, and swimming endlessly in the backyard pool.
I am from playing small white tile Dominoes that brought the family together around the dinner table.
I am from imagining American Girl lookalike dolls that could be anything my friends and I wanted them to be.
I am from vintage Coca-Cola bottles, colorful paint that covered anything it could, and writing everything down in a small red leather notebook.
I am from shiny nutcrackers in all shapes and sizes that rested on the family room mantle.
I am from delicious mint chocolate ice cream in a crispy cone that I savored on the Florida coast.
I am from soft cotton shirts in a small shop that everyone had to have to be a true tourist.
From The Melt Down truck churning out the cheesiest sandwiches you will ever eat.
Seaside, Florida ripples out of the distance just like the turquoise waves that shine on the horizon.
I am from Krispy Kreme chocolate glazed donuts for sleepovers, Parkview High School soccer matches, and the old apple tree in the backyard.
I am from a crooked white diving board that launches us into a crystal clear swimming pool.
I am from the small metal candy tin that I knew was hidden in my grandparent’s backseat.
I am from energized high school soccer matches under glaring bright Friday night spotlights.
From PHS with its insane size and diverse people reaching into my future terrifying me with since my brother was asked, “How was your first day?” by my mom.
Parkview High School appears on the near horizon just like a huge fortress in the fairytale books I read.
I am from learning to boogie board, scratching up an old air hockey table, and exploring the endless woods in my backyard.
I am from surprise S’mores sessions that pulled the family together down by the creek.
I am from small Styrofoam cups filled with steaming hot cocoa on chilly Saturday mornings on soccer fields.
My memories are like a slide show, moving quickly from one to the next, but I am always able to look back and enjoy the things that have come and gone.

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