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I am from photographs,


Sweet memories frozen in time,


Forever captured and always remembered.


 


I am from paintbrushes gliding across canvases,


Words clinging to pages,


Hands picking flowers in the garden.


 


I am from mud and grass stains,


Playing on the playground.


I am from puddles


Too enticing not to jump into,


Water spraying everywhere as my feet hit the ground.


I am from hide and seek,


From spinning as fast as I can in the warm summer sun,


And from running until my legs can barely move.


 


I am from the monster in my closet,


Who I eventually made friends with.


 


I am from a father who gave me his big brown eyes


And I am from a mother who gave me her ambitious personality.


I am from the wide eyes of my naïve sisters


Who used me as their human doll.


I am from the evil grins of my sneaky brothers,


Who used me as their spy.


 


I am from the boy in the back of the classroom,


sitting alone, ignored


Who I later came to call my best friend.


 


I am from music,


Melodies resounding from the vinyl spinning softly on the turntable.


I am from dancing with my brothers,


My little feet atop his much larger ones.


 


I am from words,


Words from books,


Words of wisdom uttered to me.


 


I come from love,


The love of a parent,


The love of a sister,


The love of a brother,


The love of a friend.


 


I’m from Where The Wild Things Are,


Pages worn and torn from overuse.


I am from Harry Potter,


And the excitement growing


Fully engaged in the story unfolding.


 


I am from those moments


With my family,


With my friends.


 

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