I am from...

I am from the street where the sun glows at dawn. Where the dew sticks to grass after fresh rain. Bells of bikes ringing on the gravel road. Children laughing and playing in parks. I am from the house with 2 floors. With the toy parrot I got for Christmas. Imitating voices so many years ago. Some days, you can almost hear it talking. I am from the noisy kitchen, the clanging pots and pans. The homemade banana bread that fills the kitchen with its aroma. The clicking claws on the wooden floors. The giant bite marks on the walls and fence. I am from the packed bags for roadtrips, The popsicles after school in the summer heat. My bookshelves filled with books and games of 31 with my family. I am from home.