I am from...

I am from the street where neighbors are far out of reach and dogs barks echo through the trees. The houses have long gravel driveways. And tractors rumble by. I am from the house with three floors, with worn out chairs slouching against the living room wall. A big wooden table where memories fill the air. , A home echoing with laughter. I am from Pillsbury brownies sitting on the counter after school prepared proudly by my mom. Excited to see my dad’s truck pull in the driveway after a long day at work. Siblings bickering about what to watch and play. A small dog with a rabbit in her mouth wagging her tail showing it proudly. I am from home, the years of fun shared. Backyard bonfires, smores in the making, sticks in hand. Bookshelves filled to the brim. Books read in the sunlight on the little blue chair. I am from home.