I’m from the old fashioned white house with a pool in the back, and my two sisters always on the go, with the parents always looking for ways to embarrass me, and that crazy dog looking for attention and gets jealous whenever someone touches the cat instead of her.
I’m from the dry lacrosse fields, practicing for big tournaments all around the northeast; the annual hot summer lacrosse camp to enhance my skills, and that close game that comes down to the fourth quarter , always practicing in the
spring with my team.
I’m from that big old cottage in East Dennis Cape Cod, Chilling by the beach with my head resting on a soft warm towel, and my Dad calling for me “James want to toss the football”, drifting in the light blue refreshing water.
I’m from the chilling house in New Hampshire right next to Cannon mountain, where my family can show our love for skiing going down black diamonds, and the amazing feeling of walking into the pleasant, peaceful lodge after a bitter run with the wind whipping in your face.
I’m from Metlife stadium with my Dad watching Odell Beckham make amazing circus catches with ease, and the notorious entertainment of being up close with the stars, with the enormous satisfaction of getting a ball signed by some of my favorite players.
I’m from that pet-owning, lacrosse-playing, beaching-chilling, New Hampshire-skiing, Giants-cheering kid.
That’s where i’m from.