Where I'm From

Where you are from is a lot more than what your home town is. 

These are some of the things that make up one small girl.  (Joe is a horse, and while she rides Joe often and cartwheels even more, the bit about the book in the barn is poetic license, she says.)


I'm from hours on Joe.
The tree I've ridden past so many times.
Kart wheeling past the red swing
and getting caught reading in the barn.

I'm from hours of drawing the wild flowers
and not being able to wait for the strawberries
to ripen and the tomatoes that went crazy in Mom's garden.

I'm from Grannie's hamburgers and Hershey's chocolate.
I'm from beautiful sunsets in the summer and watching
fireworks on the Fourth of July.

That's where I'm from.


So here's the big question:  where are YOU from?