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I come from the music that I can hear in every room

I come from building forts with my cousins,

I remember the laughter and smiles that came with it

I come from the leaves singing in the trees,

As I look up the sky 

I come from the family parties located in the backyard, 

Full of music, happiness and laughter 

I come from the peaceful dog walks I take every morning summer morning

As the sun shines down on means the cool air hitting my face

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