Hanna, where are you from?
Where are you from, Hanna?
I’m from Christmas Eve, laughing with my cousins, begging to open my presents, eating tons of spaghetti, and drinking eggnog until I feel sick
I’m from singing on a chairlift during ski club making sure everybody can hear, whispering secrets behind hand, running around the mall trying to fit everything in, and having sleepovers with my friends.
I’m from Florida, chasing my brothers around on the beach, trying to push my dad in the pool, mini golfing with my grandparents, and walking around Epcot with my family.
I’m from working for two hours at the Easton Carnival trying to get a wristband, riding to the top of the rip cord and screaming all the way down, saying to my friends “ I’m never going to do that again.”
I’m from driving up to Maine with my family, getting thrown off the tube by my Uncles, my mom, and my dad, getting up on the wake-board on my first try, walking across train tracks to get ice cream, and eating cookie dough while sharing stories with my cousins.
I’m from going on my boat and meeting up with my family friends, holding on to the tube screaming at the top of my lungs, diving into the cold water, and getting towed in by Sea Tow at least once a summer.
I’m that Christmas-loving, chairlift-singing, beach-running, ripcord-riding, cookie dough-eating, boat-riding girl.
That’s where I’m from.