Where I’m From

I am from a messy crate on our counter
I am from baby bites that I still ate when I was two
I am from a white and blue house
I am from warm white brick
I am from a big autumn tree that I always pass by
I am from orange and yellow leaves that fall slowly on the ground
I am from a playroom full of toys
I am from the Pardue’s and Glass’s
I am from an Oklahoma town but yet a city
I am from a God full of power
I am from warm pasta and pizza
I am from the old grounds of Wisconsin
I am from long car rides and road trips
I am from a place that holds wonder and happiness in Disney World
I am from siblings who fight non-stop
I am from a life of Goldens
I am from a red-and-white team
I am from a dark muddy soccer field
I am from everything I became
I am from my parents hugs and kisses
I am from warm summer days
But where are you from?