*This was my Language Arts homework. Lol.*
Where I'm From
I’m from Sunday football games
And the outlandish Eagles-Giants rivalry
Accompanied by “Donna’s famous meatballs”
That make me go ravenous with hunger.
I’m from food-filled parties in the basement
During blinding snowstorms and hurricanes
And the neighborhood kids
Congregating in the cul-de-sac, playing all day.
I’m from weeks in the timeless Outer Banks,
Cramped in a house of twenty-one,
Sharing bunk beds and acting like family
But having the time of our lives.
I’m from harsh Minnesota winters
And silly Un-Birthday parties
From moments frozen in time, hung on the walls,
Smiling faces staring back at me.
I’m from dented garage doors
And beat-up field hockey sticks,
Candy cane cakes and delectable poppyseed bread
That arrives in the mail on my birthday.
I’m from dressing up as Hogwarts students
And rocking on our heels, waiting for Harry Potter premieres
Sweeping, velvety black robes heavy in the July heat
But it all paid off when we clutched new books to our chests.
I’m from backyard barbeques
And running barefoot on warm, comfortable nights,
The grass dewy, cool to the touch
And capturing brilliant, flashing fireflies.
I’m from annual Christmas Eve Nativity plays
From piano riffs and guitar sing-alongs
And admiring Donna’s sense of humor, character, too,
And cracking up, once more.
I’m from visiting “Mommo’s hotel”,
Spending nose-nipping winters at Aunt Joan’s
Full of musty books, National Geographics,
And cousins, young and old.
I’m from “Tag! You’re it!”
Running home like kids, feet pounding on pavement
The adults were involved, sprinting after us,
And we were laughing again.
I’m from scorching summers in Avalon,
Competitive games of pool volleyball,
Getting yelled at by lifeguards for seaweed fights
And spending time with our lively guests.
I’m from good times and mirth to last,
Memories that will endure forever.
I’m from finding a second family in friends
And would anything break us?
Never.
