I am from...

I am from crunchy, gravel-covered road, Where roasters crow every second of the day, Tractors and trucks rumbling down the road, The smell of pig droppings fill the air. I am from the house with the pink door, That is as old as I am. The sound of Nerf gunshots as my dad and I fire at each other. I am from no snacks before dinner Dad’s racecar’s supercharger roaring outside, Milo and Odie hiding in their barn from the noise. Excitement for the next time my dad brings me racing. I am from home Years of memes with my brothers, Playing video games after school, The “bombed” basement full of toys. Happy brothers everyday I am from home