I am from early mornings, the cold, foggy mornings.

I am from on the weekends,

Sleeping in and eating nutella pancakes and nice, warm, hot chocolate,

We never forget the mini marshmallows.  

I am from the late night hockey practices,

Barely any time to get homework done.

My family is here, in the cold, foggy San Francisco.

I am from the long weekends, having three games in a row,

Rushing from game to game,

Santa Rosa to The Presidio,

The Presidio to San Jose, 

And then finally back home.

I am from my hoodies, keeping me warm and comfortable. 

I am from getting woken up in the morning,

Falling back asleep, getting woken up again, 

And falling back asleep.

I am from watching the clock during last period,

Waiting for the day to finally be over, 

To get home,

Just to be swept to a practice,

I am from my hopes and dreams, not caring how much of a chance I have at them.

I am from winning the championship, bringing home a medal and banner.

I am from watching sports at night,

Cheering on the Giants, Sharks, and Warriors. 

I am from my pets,

Coming and going, but still resting in our hearts.

This is where I’m from.