I’m from the trail running, root jumping, stream crossing, heart pounding, sweat that runs down
my face as I try to keep up with my father’s pace on our latest 5k. “Go Zoe Go… Straight to the
finish line” he yelled and I as I feel his encouragement.
I’m from the dive into the water as my mind clears as all I hear is the sound of cheering as I
come up for a breath of air. As all eyes are upon me I feel isolated within my own thoughts. As I
reach for the final touch of the wall, the world returns back to the day where I compete at the
Connecticut State Championships.
I’m from the long walks on the crowded beach of Cape Cod where the sizzling sand gets stuck
between our toes and where me and my brother can go boogie boarding in the white capped
ocean waves for hours.
I’m from the commercial jet airplane that takes my family and me on new adventures to distant
glaciers, to climb the Eiffel Tower and to eat my great grandmother’s family mac and cheese
always baked in the yellow Pyrex farm bowl.
I’m from bonfires late at night surrounded by life long friends, telling jokes.
I’m that trail-running, swimming-freek, beach-walker, flying-airplane, and plush-bear.
That’s where I’m from.