I am from kicking colorful soccer balls in the summer, playing eardrum burstingly loud video  games on the couch, and eating tasty honey barbeque Lays in my room.
I am from screaming my head off on the Georgia Cyclone at Six Flags.
I am from sitting around with my family members, watching the World Cup at my house.

I am from blue waves crashing onto white sand, beautiful seashells scattering everywhere.
From molding wet sand into castles and forts and having all my hard work washed   away by the ocean.
Panama City Beach welcomes me with its amazing sea air and sparkling ocean.

I am from swimming down the cold and refreshing Lazy River at White Waters, racing down the  hot and colorless sidewalk with Daniel, and eating delicious and messy baby back ribs   and crispy fries at Metro Diner.
I am from having fun sleepovers on Christmas Eve, staying up all night anxiously  waiting for  Christmas.
I am from climbing impossible counters, trying to reach the Halloween candy.

I am from disgusting food combinations on Thanksgiving gagging after each bite, bouncy  bounce houses on Easter jumping until I get dizzy, and delicious barbeques on the 4th of  July filled with tender steak and hamburgers.
I am from long car rides from Savannah, resting after an exhausting day at the beach.
I am from challenging Nintendo games, making me hungry for more after each new game.

I am from chilling by the cold pool at my cousin’s house, loading groceries into the car with my mom, and sitting on benches at the park.
I am from running as fast as I can to get the mail, breathing heavily when I get back.
I am from watching SpongeBob on the couch, not moving unless it’s to get a snack.

I am from not being able to play videogames on school days, anxiously waiting for the weekend  to arrive.
From putting on sunscreen on every two hours when we go to the beach.
Mom overprotects me in ways I couldn’t imagine to keep me safe.

I am from playing videogames on weekends, winning most of the time.
From playing with toy light sabers and foam swords.
Mathew laughs with me about dumb things we’ve done as little kids.

Life is like a rollercoaster; its low points lead up to its high points.