Stephanie G. 5-G

I Am from…

I am from my Lego masterpieces hidden in my closet, my brother’s annoying army figures all over the floor, my family’s baseball gloves and my old chewed up soccer balls and dolls that I still play with.

I am from Sam’s giant chewed dog bones, dead grass in our backyard, a beat up play set, with cobwebs and a broken slide. I am from my long driveway, at the bottom of my street which no one can find, and a passage way through the woods to my friend’s house.

I am from my oma, always telling me stories from her life in Germany,  and coming to America, my nana; the great artist, always letting me using her old supplies, and my papa, always willing to tell a joke.

I am from “Pick your towel off the ground”, from my shower that night, “Be nice to your brother” when I trip over his Legos, and “Did you finish your milk?” after dinner.

I am from spicy chili, my favorite dish my mom makes, German stews, an old family recipe, and large salads every night.

I am from my lock box, with my wallets, my sock drawer with electronic goods, and a big drawer with boxes, toys, and old princess figures, which I’m sure nobody can find.