I am from too many game’s, forts in our yard, and posters everywhere.

I am from organic everything, Annie’s Mac & Cheese, GoGo Squeez Applesauce, and healthy gummies.

I am from the smell of ant repellant, pine trees, and my grandpa’s cooking.

I am from Squam lake, the Simpson block parties, and the tent in my backyard.

I am from Grand Dudes cooking, Van Leeuwen, and Amy’s pizza.

I am from the third blue house, holiday decorations all year round, and that one snowflake sticker that refuses to fall.

I am from the immortal trees I live with, and the baby plants I pick out of the mud.

I am from going to my relatives house for every occasion, and Papa’s amazing stories.

I am from which I wrote, and not cool maaan.

I am from Grove street court, and the little apartment I was born in.

I am from my fuzzy blue sweatshirt, and my one pair of shoes.

I am from Birdy, Bud, Hugo, Marcy, and Link.

I am from fighting over the remote, and who picks the show.

I am from that one tragic Christmas when my cousin fell off the piano.

I am from the cardboard box that is my Christmas home, Stanly the monkey, Pika, and Nutty.