I am from books, from Cool Whip and newspaper.
I am from many houses in many places, pets, and new friends; the smell of uncertainty
I am from looming, snow-tipped peaks, cabins by the river and the smell of pine.
I am from board games and blue eyes, from Brian and Kate and good Petersen stock.
I am from the up-tight or laid back, only one parent, and all of them bookworms.
I am from urged Lutheran, but choosing my own path and it's shades of grey.
I'm from the Centennial State and German immigrants, from grandma cookies with popcorn and apples on Sundays.
From summertime adventures with uncles and cousin, from hopping around from rock to rock and family meals twice a year.
I am from refrigerators plastered with memories, from days as little weights upon the earth, to visits and firsts and memories dipped in tradition.
