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I am from Crayons, from Construction paper and Chocolate Chip Cookies I am from the the playhouse out back (With slanted, red roof and trim that I helped paint) I am from the pecan tree from the swing attached whose wide trunk I remember as I came crashing, recklessly towards it I'm from fireflies and full-bangs, from Ferngully and Kim Possible. I'm from the big-heads and the big-hearts, from Chin Up! and Head down! I'm from the Huge organ blasting harmonious notes with a red pew, four from the front and the accepting arms of others, there. I'm from my carrot top grandma, screaming if we wouldn’t stay. From the flight of my grandfather in the second world war the door,shut, to my mother, to ward off headache Sitting on my bed in a ring stuffed animals I held so dear, the silky soft ears, listening to me without passing judgement. I am from many decisions-- some planned, some on a whim -- All, a part of me.