I am from the pond out back, from frogs and dogs, and camping under the stars.
I am from camo and rifles, from gardening with my grandma to family reunions.
I am from blanket forts and Saturday morning cartoons, from late night adventures with friends to stories told by the light of a campfire.
I am from family and friends, love and happiness, but I am also from divorce and tears, from locked doors and yelling through walls.
I come from weddings and new beginnings, teaching me that even though there is a dark side to life there is a light at the end.
I am from ****** knees and biking down dirt trails, from adventure and mystery, not knowing where the road will take us.
I am from convertibles and the wind in my face, from predictable jokes to fishing on the lake in the warm sun.
I am from late summer nights on the beach with my friends to sled races down snow covered streets.
I am from memories that I have and the memories I have yet to make. My past is what makes me, me and I cherish last bit of it, good or bad.