I’m from my hard-working mother and father, Robyn and Jonathan, my long-time dog Bosco, always making me smile, even on his last days with us, and Barkley, my new puppy.
I’m from the big white house on the long black gravel driveway with the huge, dark green yard, perfect for doing anything under the sun, especially having a catch.
I’m from extra-inning baseball games that almost always begin and end with a grin on my face no matter the outcome, shaking hands with opponents, and not hesitating to congratulate teammates on their accomplishments.
I’m from Long car rides going to see my family in Long Island, constant car games, even at late hours of the night, lasting for hours to pass time.
I’m from Mets, Yankees, Giants, and Knicks games with my dad, always wishing, “Dad, can we please stay for the last few minutes,” or “Just one more inning, it’s not that late.”
I’m that Dog-loving, white house-living, baseball-playing, long-car-riding, sports game-watching boy.
That’s where I’m from.