I am from Duct Tape, from Johnny Walker and Johann Sebastian Bach.
I am from a once-condemned Victorian, the bedroom where mushrooms grew out of the floor now covered with rose colored carpet, singed black in spots by a dropped curling iron.
I am from dogwoods, poison ivy, and blueberries outside the back door.
I am from the traveling salesmen and the conscientious objectors, from Lorna and Janet, from Marshalls and Riggs.
I am from hot-tempered dancers and quirky book collectors.
From Ugga Muggo and I'll give you something to cry about.
I am from a funky round building that looked nothing like an actual church, but everything like the only church I've ever loved.
I'm from the garden state, with the big hair pictures and defensiveness to prove it, from raw milk and Silver Queen corn and David Eyre's Pancake.
From the girl with the silver pin piercing her plaid skirt in history class, the boy who knocked himself out on the hood of a car on the day of their first date, the woman who beat little children at cards because they should learn now how to win - and lose.
I am from the damp woods of Lake Dunmore and the crystal cabinets of Princeton, from the most loving of laps, the only kind of luxury I ever needed.
Inspired by Playgroups are No Place For Children who got the template here. If you feel inspired to do your own, put the link in my comments!