I'm From...

I am from garage sales, paper dolls, and strawberry jam, from Kool-Aid mustaches, and Lysol mopped floors, from Ivory soap in the shower, and Disney movies on Sunday nights.

I am from the little house near the railroad tracks with the tall angled roof and the large comfy porch where the breeze blows through and carries the little town's news on the wind.

I am from the mimosa flowers, strawberry plants, and apricot fruit strewn on the ground in abundance, the honeysuckle, and baby box turtles sunning in the garden. I'm from watermelon on the porch as the twilight faded into night.

I am from divorce and disappointment and inner strength and triumph over trials that would knock anybody to the ground, from Mommy and Daddy, from real sisters and imaginary brothers whose names I pulled from the books I love.

I am from the stubbornness of pioneer women and the lasting fruits of hard work and education. I am from frontier exploration, and the loss of a native tongue.

From never cry over spilt milk and idealism fades, but never disappears. From shut the screen door, and be back by dark.

I am from find the truth about God and hold fast to it. From He is real and He loves you. From He knows who you are. Find out about Him.

I'm from Oklahoma and wind-swept plains, and grass so high you get lost in it, and you're glad. I am from England, Ireland, France, Germany, a proud Cherokee nation, and a fiercely loyal Choctaw one, too. I am from fried potatoes and homemade bundt cake. From hamburgers on Saturday and steak on Sunday, but always meat and most always potatoes. I'm from missing home so much that it manages to hurt and comfort me at the same time.

I am from the time Daddy saved me from the North Canadian river, picking blackberries for summer fun money. From walking to the dollar movies, and backyard swimming pool Olympic competitions.

I am from suitcases, and photo boxes, from dusty frames in many different states, from infrequent reunions where laughter and tears mix together to flow as history. I'm from remembering where I came from and looking forward to where I'm going. I am from my yesterday and at times, I still play there in my today.
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I stumbled on a post over at Owlhaven, and absolutely had to try. If you'd like to try your own "I'm From", view the form from Fragment's From Floyd, read the original, and create your own.

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