I am from...

I am from...

I am from the home of the Packers.

Being nineteen and a half inches long and weighing 6 pounds and 9 ounces.

Long nights in a laundry basket not big enough for a crib.

I am from moving around three different states.

Meeting one of my brothers in the Vikings homeland.

Soon meeting another in the state of cheese.

Now moving to a place filled with fields of corn.

I am from being protected in a cloud of love.

My mother and father together forever.

Fighting with two younger brothers, but still loving them.

Two animals seeming to feel my emotion.

I am from my favorite baby toys and food.

Rock-N-Roll Elmo that my parents found annoying.

Carrot baby food that turned my nose orange.

The Rainbow Zebra, my favorite book.

I am from cuts and bruises almost everywhere.

Flipping over my scooter handle-bars on a hill.

My dad throwing a fly ball at my eye.

And summers of tripping into doors.

I am from Mrs. Tactenhorse and learning to read.

Mrs. Wagner helping me understand the most confusing math problems.

And all of my current teachers helping me even more through-out my life.

I am from friends' houses and staying up late doing nothing.

Lily's house with popcorn and ice cream.

Staying up late watching movies with Mallory

Strawberries in sugar only with Abagail.

I am from dancing, singing, reading, and writing.

Dancing at the age of four.

Annoying my mom singing and humming.

Poems and books, I'm always writing.

I love to read all books.

I am from acting different all the time.

From family to friends I'm never the same.

Lazy to crazy, but always being me.

I am from a mostly unknown future.

Hopefully going to a college for teaching.

Planning to teach second grade.

And never knowing what will fly my way.

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This is my first work. It is not very good, but oh well. I made this up for language arts and decided to put it on here! :)