I am from, melting ice cream sandwiches.
From lucky charms and swing sets.
I am from the musty smell of a barn, brown, broken, and a quite buzzing.
I am from the helicopter leaves, twirling and brown after a wisp of wind.
I'm from morning pancakes and TV in the backroom.
I'm from the lazy naps and trampoline wrestling matches.
From "your my little bear" and "leave your cousins alone."
I'm from the tall trees that seemed to hold up the sky.
The adventures my cousins followed me on through the acre of land that felt like a whole different world to the eyes of a five year old.
Roast beef and chocolate cake that made my eyes go huge at the thought of.
From the pool days in the hot sun.
The medals from the countless rodeos.
Rusty tack that has not been used in years.
The hallway photos and the art work overlooking the kitchen table.
I am from the pale yellow rancher that started my childhood.
