I am from the cold, snowy winters.
From feeling safe alone at night.
I am from my beloved baby kitty,
And from visiting my great-grandparents from time to time.
I am from the short summers and long winters.
From the orange trees that fall from the trees.
I am from a tall, slim, Baby Blue duplex home, then to moving a lot.
From the loud, yet short car rides.
I am from the pastel gummies to the picky eating.
From so much excitement, it’s quite loud yet outgoing.
I am from the big basements and no attic.
From nearby destinations.
I am from a place I can call home.
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