I’m from a loving mother and father, Loralee and Bill. Two funny, and intelligent sisters, Lauren and Allison, and an older brother that I look up to, Will.
I’m from catching my first fish ever at my cousin’s house in North Carolina to late, breezy, nights, and early mornings, on the Cape Cod dock, casting into the multi-colored sunset, towering over as far as the eye can see, eagerly anticipating a striper to chomp.
I’m from playing 1 on 2 tackle football games with my brother and neighbor, trips to Yankee stadium with my dad, air penetrating slap shots whipped at me in street hockey ”Crrrrr, SMACK”. Pickup basketball games with friends, testing our skills, and still, sunny, summer days on the golf course.
I’m from throwing the Frisbee soaring into the air, with my black lab Tucker, longing for the disc to reach mouth level, seeing Tucker run into pools of mud “Splash, Splash”, and avoiding his sharp, piercing, paws when he paddles in the pool.
I’m from a quiet, out of city, nothing but farmland, suburbs town, on Canterbury Lane, the second house to the right. The house with the garden sitting on a hill, and the driveway loop circle, where you might find two boys playing basketball.
I’m that sibling-annoying, bait-casting, yankee stadium-visiting, frisbee-tossing, suburb house-living, kid.
That’s where I’m from.