I am from...

I am from 1745 Anthony Drive,

The third house on the right,

A black lab in the back and

a rotting pumpkin on the porch

I am from rainy running days,

7 o’clock practice meaning both am & pm,

27:08 being the most annoying number ever

And a single mile being the warm up

I am from Sally Stories at the Cabin,

Crinkling leaves that hide us kids,

Bonfires taller than me and

Acoustic guitars causing sleepiness

I am from my parents disliking anything not “normal”,

Being best friends with a girl who will be my best man,

Ignoring those who think I am different and

Finding out who I really am

I am from Great-Grandma Tut’s cookies,

Wild turkey my Uncle hunted,

Grandma’s potatoes, my cranberry jello

And a family that tries to accept.

I am from Church on Sunday,

A sip of my dad’s beer,

Apples to Apples with the cousins,

And truth or dare with my friends

I am from 5 tattoos and counting,

Being me even when it’s hard,

Laughing at myself when I trip

And taking it a day at a time

That is where I am from