I was cleaning off my computer today and found this....I thought I would share....
This was made from a writing exercise someone at work sent me. _________________________________
I am from the mitten, from Vernor's Ginger Ale, the land of Tigers and Lions, of great lakes that look like oceans and pointing at your palm to show where you live.
I am from the two tone split level house with all the neighborhood kids inside, the pink refrigerator with the freezer on the bottom so you could get to the ice cream, the basement family room, the stairs with the wobbly wrought iron railing and the kitchen that smelled like toast and peanut butter.
I am from tulips in the spring, three shades of lilacs in an emerald green pitcher on the kitchen table and the bushes in the backyard with the little red berries that you aren't supposed to eat.
I am from tinsel on the Christmas tree and comic books in our stockings, presents from the cat, loud laughter and board games after dinner and visiting with neighbors. From names like Cleland and Gladys that teach you about grace and class and the meaning of the word 'family'.
I am from the dawn of the two family income and yet still had parents in the stands cheering at every game. I am from dancing to the Moonlighters, handmade Halloween costumes, homemade popsicles and all the other details I couldn't appreciate until I was much older.
From knowing that everything you put in your mouth would grow hair on your
chest, that a band aid and Kool-aid can both stop me from crying and learning that real artists don't have to color by the numbers.
I am from the games of baseball in the backyard where no grass grew on the 'bases' for years, from hand-me-down jerseys, my bike with the banana seat, purple pom-poms on my roller skates and a tote bag full of markers for coloring.
I am from Germany, England, Ireland, Scotland, the Motor City, Canada and right here in my home town. From potato salad in the summer, pumpkin pie in the fall and cherry tarts on my brother's birthday.
I am from vacationing in the popup camper, mistaken handprints in concrete, lawn chairs at little league games, running through the backyard sprinkler and finishing my mom's Sunday morning coffee so we could leave church early.
I am from the volumes and volumes of pictures in the top of the closet, the unfinished baby book, the shoe boxes full of slides but mostly from the countless stories told over and over that still make us laugh.
This is where I'm from.
This was made from a writing exercise someone at work sent me. _________________________________
I am from the mitten, from Vernor's Ginger Ale, the land of Tigers and Lions, of great lakes that look like oceans and pointing at your palm to show where you live.
I am from the two tone split level house with all the neighborhood kids inside, the pink refrigerator with the freezer on the bottom so you could get to the ice cream, the basement family room, the stairs with the wobbly wrought iron railing and the kitchen that smelled like toast and peanut butter.I am from tulips in the spring, three shades of lilacs in an emerald green pitcher on the kitchen table and the bushes in the backyard with the little red berries that you aren't supposed to eat.
I am from tinsel on the Christmas tree and comic books in our stockings, presents from the cat, loud laughter and board games after dinner and visiting with neighbors. From names like Cleland and Gladys that teach you about grace and class and the meaning of the word 'family'.
I am from the dawn of the two family income and yet still had parents in the stands cheering at every game. I am from dancing to the Moonlighters, handmade Halloween costumes, homemade popsicles and all the other details I couldn't appreciate until I was much older.
From knowing that everything you put in your mouth would grow hair on your
chest, that a band aid and Kool-aid can both stop me from crying and learning that real artists don't have to color by the numbers.
I am from the games of baseball in the backyard where no grass grew on the 'bases' for years, from hand-me-down jerseys, my bike with the banana seat, purple pom-poms on my roller skates and a tote bag full of markers for coloring.
I am from Germany, England, Ireland, Scotland, the Motor City, Canada and right here in my home town. From potato salad in the summer, pumpkin pie in the fall and cherry tarts on my brother's birthday.
I am from vacationing in the popup camper, mistaken handprints in concrete, lawn chairs at little league games, running through the backyard sprinkler and finishing my mom's Sunday morning coffee so we could leave church early.
I am from the volumes and volumes of pictures in the top of the closet, the unfinished baby book, the shoe boxes full of slides but mostly from the countless stories told over and over that still make us laugh.
This is where I'm from.
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