Okay, this was an assignment for Language Arts (I got a 100. Yay! ). Tell me what you think, please.

I am from the flowers that bloom in the spring and the brook in the woods. I am from the foot tracks in the gardens and the bird nests in the trees.

I am from the basketball hoop in the next cul-de-sac up. I am from the cherry blossom at the corner and the neighbors in the next house.

I am from my Grandma Ruby who spins tales of Scotland for me. I am from my Grandma Fran who understands me in each and every way. I am from my parents who have had tough lives yet always give me the best.

I am from playing outside and hearing yells of “Jillian! Don’t be so loud! And come inside!” echoing through-out the neighborhood.

I am from the double-layered pumpkin pie at my Godmother’s house and a pasta and/or chicken dish almost every-other-night for dinner. I am from snacks and sugars and chocolate.

I am from the bedroom under the attic that is always a mess. I am from my best friend’s house right next door where I am always welcome. I am from summers in New York to winters in Kansas. I am from spring and fall in Florida, watching the alligators play.

I am from the Whispers of the Woods and the Soil of the Ground. I am from the deer that stop by in the middle of the night. I am from the few street lights and the rumble of the cars as they past. I am from the music of the stereos and the beauty of the dead of night.