I am the last of 7 children from Freemont Close, with 2 large apple trees perfect to climb. An overgrown garden filled with food and grown with love.
I am from a neighborhood of friends which was safe to wander, from sun-up to sun-set and the occasional missed curfew. Sounds of song filled the air with 8-tack tapes to 45 records, usually Patsy Cline or Johnny Cash.
I am from a slip and slide and sprinkler in the summer, to building snowmen a mile high in the winter. Cruising down the street on a sparkled red and white banana seat.
I am from steak and potatoes and homemade jam, with long conversations shelling peas at the kitchen table. Scents of Chantilly and Aqua Velva filling my nose.
I am from dancing to Corey Hart and Tiffany, the wind in my spiral permed hair which donned the occasional banana clip or oversized fabric bow on a barrette.
I am from She-Ra, Jem, Rainbow Brite, Pogo Balls and Fashion Plates. Often seen with Lip Smackers and jellies sandals.
I am from watching Punky Brewster and Joey Jeremiah to playing Wonder Boy and Super Mario Bros. With slouch socks and t-shirts decorated with puff paint.
I am from posters from Bop Magazine covering the walls and mixed tapes in a yellow Sony walkman.
I am from studying black and white photos, wishing I had known my Grandparents, English spoken with the occasional Czech words uttered.
I am from home-made matching dresses and sweaters for the whole family, Cabbage Patch included. Photos taken with a Polaroid.
I am from cherished times and I-wish-I-could-forget times, yet it all formed who I am today.
This is where I’m from.