I am from sidewalks with chalk houses on them,
from a collection of acorns and sticks.
I am from long car rides where the sun shines in
and the seat belts are hot to the touch.
Where the pool was my ocean and I was a mermaid,
from the countless hours spent perfecting my dive.
I am from the bike rides with my brother,
and family movie night.

I am from the smell of a warm apple cake fresh out of
the oven. From the cool gusts that drift through the house.
From jumping into a pile of leaves after my mother
had just finished raking them.
I am from the pumpkin patch, from the front porch where
we carved our pumpkins unsuccessfully in the cold.

I am from the the taste of birthday cake while the
snow falls gracefully outside.
From the six a.m excitement over the cancellation of school.
The taste of the newly fallen snow and the mutant we
called our snowman.
I am from the day spent putting up the Christmas tree
and decorations. From the sound of Christmas carols
blasting from the kitchen.
I am from the awkward home video’s of Christmas morning.

I am from the pollen drifting through the air,
from the fear of all living insects.
Where I went on adventures through an enchanted
forest that was just a backyard.
From long nights chasing after fireflies, and
the scent of blooming flowers was my lullaby.
I am from watching clouds drift slowly through the sky
and the soft breeze that tickles my nose.

I am from each moment that made me feel infinite.