i am from

My sister did this poem with her class. here is mine:

I am from guinea pigs, the upright piano and Grandma’s perfume.
I am from the red brick, green carpet and wood panel walls
I am from the big evergreen tree out front, the blue and white hammock and rhubarb.
I am from baking chocolate chip cookies with dad on Fridays after school and cereal every morning, from Grandpa Roy and Grandma Louise and Trisha Louise and Sophia.
I am from the love and tradition that only a family can instill
From “pay your bills” and “thank you for smoking,” candy corn from Grandma’s car and Grandpa’s box of old toys in the closet.
I am from three legged races during Awana games, felt Jesus cutouts on the green board and running around the halls of church with the other pastor’s kids.
I'm from Warren, Minnesota and the big wooden park by the house, Kuchen on Christmas morning, corn on the cob in the summer and honey sticks at the farmer’s market.
From the ten-mile hike to Iceberg Lake and from the tennis games and pastel Easter M & Ms before I was late for the bus, and Saturday morning cartoons with a bowl of cereal.
I am from the shelf in mom and dad’s bedroom, the ocean picture Trisha painted and mom’s Bible on the coffee table.