I am from a small(ish) town on Lake Michigan, left side of the Mitten; from conservative Midwestern values.
I am from a large but modest house, so spotless you could eat off the floors, with beautiful wallpaper, holiday decorations and coffee brewing in the evening.
I am from Cunningham and O’brien, white collar and blue collar. Teledyne typists, brick layers, Bavarian pig farmers.
I am from Dick and Linda – resilient and practical, patient and supportive, always there.
I'm from Muskegon, Irish and Scottish and some other unknowns, from unseasoned food and never any onions.
I am from Maple trees, Weeping Willows and pine.
I am from a world whose climate my son always believes to be snow, from a wooded flat land along a pristine lakeshore.
I am from you’ll ruin your eyes if you sit so close to the TV and you’ll drive me insane if you keep opening & closing that door.
From summer cottages, deer shining, sneaking Schnapps and boys into the tent.
I am pot roast on Sundays, Faygo Red Pop at the lake, Little Debbie snacks in every lunch.
I am not raised with a God but with a moral compass of wrong and right. With friends bathed in The Holy Spirit and others running from it hard and fast.
I am from detailed photo albums stored in a hall closet, framed pictures of beautiful milestones on the wall. From a mostly happy childhood documented in photos, baby books, videos. Told in stories, carried through siblings, remembered in laughter.
* I saw this format here first, then directed here for instructions. Try it out, it's an interesting writing and recollection exercise.