I am from playgrounds in the park, from throwing frisbees in the front yard,

I am from the boring house in the neighborhood, no decorations, simple colors.

I am from throwing rocks at ice on cold winter days,

And climbing trees behind the house, playing in the stream at the park, shallow and cold.

I’m from waking up early on Christmas morning, and from being busy and not at the same time.

From brothers asking to play games and running around in the yard for hours,

I am from falling off bikes and coming homes with scrapes and bruises.

 

I am from going to church in the morning, every Sunday.

I’m from Lancaster, PA, and never moving, never changing schools.

From jumping on frozen ponds and falling through the ice,

I am from racing around the neighborhood to see who’s faster.

From playing with friends and everyone going to one house for snacks,

I am from loud, confusing community block parties,

And from going to youth group on Tuesday nights.

I am from climbing too far and getting stuck in trees,

I’m from taking pictures near the ponds,

And from wandering around the forest with a friend.

 

I am from having fun with my family and friends.

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