I am from my bed that feels like a cloud.

  I am from playing basketball in my backyard “He dribbles up, steps back, AND IT’S GOOD!”

     I am from luscious winters with the warm sun and dull wet summers with nothing but clouds.

        I am from my rainy day grey colored house.

      I am from the U.S.A. where every day is a wonderful day.

   I am from sprinting and dodging around people, and being competitive.

 I am from smiles and nonstop talking unless I’m mad.

I am from accidentally punting balls too far.

 I am from centering my energy into my sports.

   I am from the delicous smell of me and my grandpa cooking linguini and clams on Christmas.       

    I am from biting into scrumdiddlyumptious tasting pumpkin pie.

      I am from devouring and shredding AMAZINGLY AWESOME crab on Christmas Eve.

   I am from baking goodies and then devouring them because I can’t wait anymore.

 I am from my moms strictly only for family apple pie.

I am from cooking many jaw-dropping dishes with my mom inside of the kitchen.

I am from grilling amazing, mouth-watering, tender, juicy, ribs with dad on the porch.

I am from going to restaurants and always eating gnocchi, if they have it.

 I am from the cold biting at my nose as I shred the ski hill with my ski team at the end of the week, every week.

   I am from going to see the Nutcracker every Christmas Eve.

  I am from ridiculous holiday cards that are always saying the most embarrassing things in the world.

 I am from going to my Nana’s house every Christmas.

This is where I am from.