Kaylie
Where I am From...
I am from a small town with a population of 549
Where there are no stop lights
And you always wave to those driving by.
From the tan house with the red roof
in the middle of 15 acres
And a two-mile drive on a dirt road.
I’m from the bird’s caw being my alarm
Where you can listen to the owls calling for each other at night
And the rain on the tin roof putting me to sleep.
From the mud and dust from the dirt road covering the cars
And the ability to hear who is coming to your house from miles away
Where no one but your family comes to bother you.
I am from the unpredictable sunny showers,
The extremely vibrant fall foliage and feet and feet of snow,
Where winter lasts for six cold months.
From my stepmom’s Italian cooking,
When after school the house always smells like Thanksgiving Day,
Making your mouth water every time you walk through the front door.
I’m from a family of many generations
Where all that matters is hard work
And the love for others.