I posted this back in August, but I have my students doing it in class today. It seemed like a fun repost. I’d love to see yours in the comments! The link to the template is at the end of the post.
Where I’m From…
I am from pickup trucks, from Weber grills and long evenings chasing lightning bugs with a half-dozen cousins.
I am from the green-sided house in the center of the gray dusty field.
I am from the green centipede grass, pecan trees and spring dogwood blooms.
I am from oyster stew on Christmas Eve and hair that never grays, from Youngs and Halls and Wyckoffs.
I am from the long days fishing by the sea and the sweet yellow scent of fresh sawdust.
From “your face will freeze that way” and “you learn anythin’ at school today or you gonna have to go back tomorrow?”
I am from church pig pickin’s, pewmates who love you like family, and hugs between the prelude and the opening prayer.
I’m from Scotch, Irish, and German, from caramel cake and summer squash.
From the frozen turkey that my aunt Shirley and my Uncle Tommy passed back and forth every Christmas, the beach music my Daddy raised me on, and the sea glass my mother had a knack for finding.
I am from an old wood secretary desk, a tire swing on the edge of a field, and an old yellow typewriter, from laughter, and smiles, warm summer evenings, and love that never dies.
My dear writer friend Carla Stewart posted this on her blog yesterday, and it touched me so much that I had to do one myself. The template is here. I’d love for you to go to the comments and share your version!