I am from the chaotic kitchen of papers and homework.
I am from the 80 degree summer days, the days at camp and the days on the lake.
I am from first day of school pictures with Joey, from playing tag at the bus stop and
loving school.

I am from Christmas cookies and brown eyes, from Max and Dale and Gladys.

I am from late sleepers and book readers.
From “Santa only comes when you are sleeping” and “if you step on a crack you break
your mothers back.”

I’m from St. Marks Church.
I’m from Waukesha and Italy, salsa, salad, and sweet potatoes.
From falling off a barstool twice, thinking the statue of liberty was in Vegas, and from
crashing a golf cart into a tree.

I’m from photo albums and unfinished scrapbooks scattered throughout the house.

I’m from the time Joey called 911 four times for fun at the beach house,
From pretending to be a gymnast in the living room and end up falling and hurting my
back.

I’m from the time I dropped a TV tray on my foot.

I’m from losing my big toe nail.
From the time I ran for my life through the yard away from a  family friends huge great
dane.