I’m from the wake up early, boxful of croissants, black coffee scented air and horses groomed with care, show days. Where the sun rises over the rolling mountain tops illuminating the silver drops of dew on the grass as the fog slithers away.
I’m from a different-family, my cheerful, entertained mother, Charlotte, my stubborn, German personality-wise father David, and my loud, annoying goofy sisters, Maye and Malin.
I’m from three acres of land,the two stall, dirt floor, garage barn, six to ten horse property, a horse named Rudy, a life time of four dogs, and a white-striped cat.
I’m from the Coldplay, U2, Today’s Hits radio, and the Grateful Dead, music-filled room. Where the music bounces off the slanted attic walls and funnels down steep, carpeted stairs and through the open door.
I’m from the fun-days, the ski-days, snow-days, hot-summer-days, beach-days, carnival-days, show-days and all of those horse-days.
I’m that show-day, different-family, three-acre-land, music-filled, fun-days girl
That’s where I’m from.