I am from crossing the Oregon Trail, settling on fertile ground, and clearing the land one mammoth fir at a time.
I am from blisters on your thumbs, dirt under your fingernails, and sweat on your neck.
I am from building a home and a farm, and raising a handful of generations there.
I am from getting up before the sun rises, hidden behind grey rain-soaked clouds over not so distant timber covered hills.
I am from hot summer afternoons, hay bales as far as the eye can see, and a chocolate shake after the last one goes in the barn.
I am from 12-inch trout, a river runs through it, and swimming on hot days in the icy mountain water as it meanders slowly past.
I am from Sunday afternoons, the constant variety of sports, and sudden outbursts of genuine emotion.
I am from small gymnasiums, the squeaking of sneakers, hoop dreams, and guaranteed playing time.
I am from co-ed dorms, choosing majors, late night parties, No-doz, and pomp and circumstance.
I am from returning home, real world troubles, and working 16 hour days.
I am from finding true love, tough decisions, and saying goodbye.
I am from changing directions, changing perspectives, and spectacular views of city skylines.
I am from tearing off trim, pulling carpet staples at 2 in the morning, late night kisses, bucket loads of paint, and yet another trip to The Home Depot.
I am from years of trying, utter disappointment, resignation, shock, and the overwhelming emotion of a little pink line.
I am from sleep deprivation, family hugs, stories by flashlight, and uncontrollable laughter ringing out in all directions.
I am from realizing my astonishing good fortune, taking nothing for granted, and finally understanding just why it is I'm here.
So tell me. Where are you from?
Note: I came across this Meme by reading amazing entries by TwoBusy, ZenMom, and SFD. I sat down and wrote this last night before I realized there was a template to guide me. As a result, the finished product was something altogether different. But I liked it, so decided to leave it as is.
Friday, July 8, 2011
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11 comments:
I have seen this going around. I like it! I might have to throw my own in the ring.
I am from Montreal, Poutine, Pepperoni Sticks.
Hahaha!
This is terrific — epic in scope, but thoughtful and deeply personal at the same time. Great stuff.
This was great.
I really like this post. I learned a lot about you and it was beautifully written.
Lately, I am from a sad neglected reader, full of 'no comments', and a blog as quiet as a ghost town.
Great job - these are so fun and informative!!
I really liked this- so much inside this post. It was fun getting to know a little bit more about you.
I like yours even more for having gone without the template. Very evocative. Well-done.
@Sizzle - Sweet. Let me know if you do. Would love to read it.
@TwoBusy - Thanks. Yours was definitely an inspiration.
@Kev D - Haha. Nice.
@Scifidad - Thanks, as was yours!
@Ordinary Dad - I hear you. You slow down on the dialouge and the traffic dries up. I'm still reading you though.
@Mighty M - An fun to do too. Thanks.
@Jack - Yeah, it does reveal a lot in a short post, doesn't it. Thanks.
@Zenmom - After reading the guide, I just didn't want to go back and change. This one worked for me.
Wow,that was pretty powerful. I think Imay attempt it myself.=)
Love it! I'm gonna have to try this when I get home and have time to concentrate. I also think this could be a great assignment with my 8th graders this year for our poetry unit.
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