I’m from the morning where the cling of the pots and pans floats all the way up to my bed, where the beep, beep noise destroys the whole silence that surrounds me, where my eyes open and I yawn. Where I get up even though I know I’m unready to start the day.
I’m from my porch where I sit on the bench that swings back and forth, with a book in my hand and the gentle breeze drifting through the screens, where I hear my mom going on about what things I still need to do, like… “ Kristine, have you practiced soccer, have you done your homework?” Where I lean back my head and and nod to her.
I’m from the car rides me and my family take twice a year, where at first we are quiet and just drive, then we laugh and talk, and then we argue until we are quiet once more. Where although it doesn’t sound so great, it always gets better at the end of the road and we have a great time at our destination.
I’m from the adventure and thrill of exploring the woods behind my house in my younger days, where my siblings and I used to sneak through the trees looking for interesting objects that we would collect, watching out every step we took.
I’m from the uncrowded part of the beach, where we set up our little place of chairs and blankets and food, where we run off to the side of the freezing water to throw around the frisbee my brother so much enjoys. Where my brother says “ Catch” and I always jump up to get it and come back down with it in my hand.
I’m that sleep-loving, bench-swinging, car-riding, adventure-seeker, frisbee-catching girl.
Thats where I’m from.