I am from...

I am from "Yee-Haws" at the Saturday morning Parades, toe shoes on Tuesdays, poofy dresses once homework was done.

I am from barbies, gameboys, to wrestling my brother with violent curses and comebacks.

I am from Fourth of July picnics with the family, Christmas with the grandparents, to eating in front of the computer.

I am from Mrs. Fields cookies, Crock-pot dinners, casserole meals in the oven.

I am from dresses, hair in pig tails, with everything in pink.

I am from Sleeping Beauty, Tinker Bell, Pokemon in the afternoon.

I am from the Stanley Hotel, Rocky Mountains, ponies and plains.

I am from licking cake off whisks, skinned knees patched up with a bandage and kiss, looking for fairies in the backyard.

I am from trains blowing their whistles in the morning, to gunshots in the evening.

I am from Movie Night on New Years, Ice cream bar cake for birthdays, and fried pickles on the Fourth.

I am from a dad who ran out, came back and works even harder for love.

I am from a child who wanted to be a princess to a blossoming artist that grasps emotion.

I am from writing "Roses are Red, Violets are Blue", to "Bang! From the shotgun, Fired in the closet."

I am from my family, and nothing is gonna change that.