I am from the Christmas tree, tall and colorful, lighting smiles on all of our faces

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I am from my cul de sac where we used to play on the hot and hazy summer days

 

I am from the hand-me-downs and skinned knees, baseball games and walkie-talkies
 

I am from both an independent and dependent family, one that loves adventure and thrives on remaining true to ourselves

 

I am from the strength of my grandmothers, confident and classic

 

I am from the taste of a steak on the grill and steamy mashed potatoes

 

I am from the smell of coffee, both bitter and sometimes sweet

 

I am from the smell of pine trees and sappy hands, the vibrant red leaves that fill the mountainside

 

I am from the sounds of guitars and drums, filling my ears with an escape

 

I am from sucking it up, and moving on

 

I am from everything happens for a reason, and smiling while it does

 

I am from the peak of Gore Mountain, looking for my next conquest, as my feet glide down the white slopes

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I am from the love and loyalty of my family and friends

 

 

I am from more than what you see