I am from bats and balls flying across my backyard, always wondering if one day they are going to be brought in, Sunday night movie with pizza and seltzer, laughing together at the funny parts,
I am from quick and easy dinners when my dad comes home late, sometimes just before bed.
I am from outside making up games in my clubhouse to playing basketball with my friends, feeling the warm hot basketball touch my sweaty hands seems familiar like Tom finally catching Jerry the cartoon mouse,
I am from grandparents visits on a boring Sunday. The taste of fish they always bring is a welcomed treat. My mouth prepares for the event.
I am from going to baseball games in a vintage car ride with my dad, feeling the wind cross across my face like a cheetah hunting for it’s prey,
I am from laughing at the Sherwood Diner which we go to more than twice a week, I am from being me as much as it as possible to be
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