Where I Come From

I am from crisp autumn leaves,          

From stuffed animals, hopscotch, and Waldo.

I am from the sand on the riverside,              

Mixed tan and gray,               

Perfect for sand-cakes and pies.        

I am from riding the golf-cart            

With my cousins, toting our buckets              

And shovels to the beach every summer.       

 I am from goldfish and pizza crust,

From Blue’s Clues and Winnie the Pooh.

The basement was always my playhouse,

And Meredith’s house was a second home.

We played together every day.

I am from dress-up and PB&J,

Hide-and-go-Seek and tag were my favorites.

I was an artist with sidewalk chalk.

I used to read books to my Build-a-Bears,

I wanted to be a librarian later in life.

Junie B. Jones and her zany adventures,

The Bauldelaire Orphans and their flight

from Count Olaf.

Eric Carle’s Brown Bear made friends with a Red Bird

And the Boxcar Children survived in the wild.

They made me want to go camping.

I am from recess and music and art,

From chorus, though I couldn’t sing.

I played PS1 with my friend after school,

Flaming Riptocs and Gnorcs with

A purple dragon named Spyro.

I used to play Neopets on my computer,

I bought them all toys and fed them each day.

I loved them as if they were really my pets.

The most important thing in my life

Was my friends, and whether we could

Go outside for recess and play.

Nothing was stressful or boring or sad

And school was just another fun thing.

But now I am grown up,

All those memories are past.

My life is different now.

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