I Am From

I am from socks littered around my house. From old, scratched hardwood floors and a general lack of scissors, tape, and literally everything the moment you need it. I am from carpeted stairs and the smell of my favorite bear. I am from the cottony feel of my comforter and the howling wind outside my window that annoyingly keeps me up at night. I am from my gigantic family tree and massive gatherings. From the decaying street outside my front door “Elbows off the table”, and my childhood dog who we all loved so much. I am from “JENNA ALERT!” and “All's well that ends well”. I am from the happy birthday song, Whitegates Park, and all the memories I made there. I am from my dad's stories from when he was a kid and his loving smile. But most importantly I am from the stairs my ancestors built for me to climb.