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Where I'm From


I am from old swings, from medal and plastic.

I am from sharing a small bedroom with my little sister and older brother.

I am from a huge oak tree, towering over everything gin my backyard

I am from Christmas dinners and loud laughing, from Grandpa Fred and Grandma Marilyn, and everyone in the Campbell family.

I am from obnoxious jokes an inappropriate comments.

From "all fours on the floor" and "eat everything on your plate before leaving the table"

I am from going to mass every Sunday.

I am from Scottish ancestry and grandmas homemade rolls.

From grandma shooting all the chickens because they annoyed her and grandpa's hard headedness.

I am from acting out the Nativity scene every Christmas with my cousins and siblings.

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