I am from the fields of green

and the shouting of the coach.

From the fighting and chasing

to the scoring and celebrating

I am from the massive skyscrapers

to the warming wooden houses

from the scorching desert to the

pine trees covered in the snow.

I am from sarcastic books about a wimpy kid,

the pages that always puts smile on my face.

I’m from the table of spoons and forks

surrounded by walls of white that never seems to end.

I am from hugs and love.

a family that never gives up on me.

to friends that never stop supporting me

and the teachers that made me who I am

I am from talking to myself,

And making philosophies of my own, that doesn't even make sense.

From “money doesn't grow on trees” to “you need to grow up."