Raymond, where are you from? I’m from a huge yellow house with a huge backyard and huge blue pond I’m from a tiny neighborhood in a tiny town in a tiny state. I’m from a place where the trees are so high, you can’t see the sunrise and sunset. I’m from a … Continue reading Raymond, where are you from?
I’m from big family reunions, held all over.Where I see my family members and we get to to talk and discuss what has happened recently. Where I get to play with my cousins and hang out most all of the time. http://www.123rf.com/photo_5540426_bringing-people-together-between-a.html I’m from going to the movie theater with my brothers to watch … Continue reading George, Where Are You From?
Mrs. DaSilva, Where Are You From? I’m from barefoot summers playing dodgeball in the street till dark, the sweet smell of Juicy Fruit gum (mom’s purse heavy with it), making chains with the yellow wrappers, riding my blue Schwinn bicycle on cracked sidewalks, “step on a crack and break your mother’s back”, and bees buzzing … Continue reading Mrs. DaSilva, Where Are You From?
Dylan, where you from? Where you from, Dylan? I’m from covering Kam in doritos while he’s asleep, then slapping him awake with a bagel. “Where am I?” he asked. “And why am I covered in doritos?” he wondered. I’m from still drinking chocolate milk instead of coffee because I think it tastes bad, … Continue reading Dylan, Where Are You From?
Constantine, Where Are You From? I’m from the hardworking mother and father, and their parents, my grandparents, who took moments out of their own lives to aid me in creating my own special experiences, which is something that takes a lot to dedicate yourself to doing I’m from moving to three different houses … Continue reading Constantine, Where Are You From?
I’m from going every other weekend to New Hampshire and spending time with my dad on the lake and trying to catch fish but the 6 mile long lake has I’m from making a trip every year to the Nascar race in Loudon New Hampshire l pray that Joey Logano doesn’t win and I hope … Continue reading Brendan Where Are You From?
I’m from the gray ranch house at the end of the dead-end with the basketball hoop and the swing set that the whole neighborhood used to hang out in. The kind where we would all bring our favorite snack and we would all eat them while talking about that type of games we liked to … Continue reading Harrison, Where Are You From?
I’m from listening to Paul Simon at night and playing my guitar in bed till I fall asleep. I’m from waking up early and stumbling out of bed to the car for early morning car rides to snowboarding day trips. I’m from evening sunset longboard cruises and getting home in time for a bowl … Continue reading David, where are you from?
I’m from a family that is caring, that provides food on the table and a roof over my head. But most importantly they provide unconditional love. Plus they always have time for and little fun here and there. I’m from a place in the south next to Chile, where the summers are long and … Continue reading Julio, Where Are You From
John, Where are you from? Im from starting my day with a warm shower then chowing down a bowl of cereal. Or eating a lightly toasted bagel with cream cheese and a cold glass of milk. Im from going on the buss getting comfortable and blasting my earbuds full of my fire … Continue reading John, Where Are You From?
I’m from the loving parents of Lynn, and Bill, the rambunctious twin Tyler, and the 17 year old mayor of the house Chaisen. I’m from the big gray house behind the ugly royal blue house with the bright yellow door, the brand new pool in my backyard, the messed up lawn in the backyard … Continue reading Jake Where Are You From?
I’m from the busy town of Stamford cars going by and stores on every street corner I’m from the sandy beaches of Milford in my elevated beach house hearing a crash with every wave I’m from the forests of Easton where everyone knows your name I’m from spending time with the people I … Continue reading Luke, Where Are You From?
I’m from waking up at 9:00 to go to soccer games on Sunday mornings and having the rest of the day to sit at home and relax for the rest of the weekend. I’m from going to Maine every year since I was 3 years old to visit cousins and other family there. There is … Continue reading Carson, Where Are You From?
Im from the neighborhood kids playing football in the street screaming, yelling and playing til we cant play anymore. The intense competition makes it so much better. Im from waking up to the amazing smell of pancakes my grandma makes for me every morning because she has to feed me until i feel like … Continue reading Ryan, Where Are You From?
Ryan, Where Are You From? I’m from a mother who was born and raised in Peru, a father who was born in Detroit Michigan, a brother who likes sports, and a dog who loves scratching his back by rolling on the ground and using his feet. I am from watching TV, completing my homework, and … Continue reading Ryan, Where Are You From?
I’m from my brother saying, “Play with me Zac, play with me,” until I finally give in and build huge magnatile structures and lego ships with him for hours. I’m from late night surf sessions with my Dad in Rhode Island and California that are freezing cold even if we wear wet suits. … Continue reading Zachary, Where Are You From
Alex, where are you from? Where are you from, Alex? I’m from waking up at 10:30 in the morning with unreal fantasies about chocolate houses and licorice palaces dancing in my head, forcing my eyes to adjust to the bright sun coming through the open window, and to a father who tells me “The day … Continue reading Alex, Where Are You From?
where are you from? Where are you from, Alexia? I’m from staying up late with mom some nights, when it was just her and I, watching reruns of my favorite movies with the cheesy graphics, on our tiny television set. I’m from playing kickball with the older kids in the desolate parking lot, throwing in … Continue reading Alexia, Where Are You From?