I am from the new and old books,
From fictional things and true stories told. I am from the large room of mine,and the big wooden desk sitting in my room that's cluttered with thing's.
I am from the books of mine that are written in the first person and the smell of fresh new pages, and the brand new copies. From staying up late, and "just one more chapter" or "10 more minutes."
I am from learning new recipes and the sound of the electric mixer. From the smell of baking cookies and family dinners.
I am from Mike and Amy, from my extended family and the love we all share. I am from my father's stories of him in school, and how he met my momma. I come from my protective family and my father's many friends.
I am from my Pappy and grandma Kathy who i see at Christmas. From Pap's beef soup that we all love, and his jumpy dog colt.
I come from my books and family, i wouldn't want to come from anything else. This is where I'm from.
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