Where+I'm+From+Sloan

Where I am From
//Kellie Sloan, teacher//

I am from immigrants of Ireland who had nothing, Eileen, Byran, Joseph and Josephine and their American Children Joan and John.

I am from hopscotch boards washed away in the rain, and summers of playing school, lightning bugs, whiffle ball games and man-hunt that never seem to end.

I am from the canopy bed bought with love for the only girl which was broken again and again from jumping up and down.

I'm from the brown carpet where we watched the Muppet show (in pink curlers) and had b-day parties with m&m's.

I am from the dryer vent in the alley way where we would warm up our hands during serious snowball fights.

I am from taking turns on Sit 'n' Spin, Atari, and sliding down the magic carpet. I'm from kissing chickens, dancing sneakers, whiskers, and Friday nights with swimming, pizza and Michelle.

First a girl, then a boy, then another boy, ten years go by and now we have another girl. We are from the baby books in the china cabinet which record kellie, john, patrick and megan's first step, first word and first haircut.

We're from my parent's wedding picture hung humbly in their bedroom. We are from the communion pictures with missing teeth and tons of freckles that will someday be replaced by our wedding photos.

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