I am from

I am from the corner room in the house on Chateaux, the only place I can call home.

I am from Sawyers, Priest, and the Boys; those friends made without text on a phone.

I am from easy made quesadillas, material cheap but the love priceless: Peanut butter and jelly next to quick meals made great but spice-less.

I am from trampoline tents to quickly made archery tests; a shot up shed and a homemade sled tread.

I am from the fun in dysfunction and crooning a Simple Kind of Man, to Hunter playing Pink Floyd with a hat that’s a pan.

I am from cobwebbed boys under the porch and incense sticks to torch, late night Halo competitions and drinks on that back porch.

I am from more than four walls and a roof, where I met my best friends and my only sister. A roof we can no longer be under, but will always remember. My one home, where I spent my first summer, where the best memories of my childhood gather.

I am from the corner room in the house on Chateaux, the only place I can call home.