Where I am from
I am from leaky goggles
from uncomfortable swimsuits and long swim meet weekends.
I am from playing on the trampoline outside
and the springs that are close to giving up on us
from getting rug burn on the carpet and slipping on the hardwood floor.
I am from “get it done!”
from “It’s smiling at me!” and “Chop!”
I am from Out of My Mind
from Percy Jackson and Diary of A Wimpy kid.
I am from the keurig
from slow cooker meals and Sunday chicken.
I am from Apples to Apples
from Camp and Sorry.
I am from the rumbling washer
from the loud cabinets and the stubborn fridge door.
I am from unclimbable trees in the backyard
from Emma’s zipline and Carson’s swing.
I am from always putting the stamps upside down on the letters
from putting the forks in the wrong place on Thanksgiving and learning how to fold the napkins properly.
I am from the treehouse in my backyard
from the fort in the woods and the secret hideout
that could no longer be used.
I am from playing under the beanbag
from scaring my brother and hiding in the basement storage.
I am the upstairs hallway
where the pictures that make up my life hang on the old wall.