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Where i am from
I am from the dust that settles in the dusk of summer, from Kool aid stained smiles and Otter pops all day long.
I am from the big brown house on a quiet dead end street, the young girl laying in the grass trying to name the color of the sky, the smell of everyone's dinners lingering in the street.
I am from the sun rays that dance happily in the woods, the mountain in the distance watching over my shoulder, the swimming pools and burn bins on late summer days.
I am from every weekend getaways and the funnest house to play at, from my sweet mother and huggable father and loving being a Beaupre, being a family.
I am from the abrasively loud and the always lovable.
From big dreamers with empty pockets and travelers with endless story's.
I am from controversy among both Catholics and Christians. Mixed beliefs in one house hold, from convenience becoming a religion. My skepticism only grows with age.
I'm from the The Washington state fair, where only in Puyallup you get a day off school for fair day. It always made going back to school a little easier. The fried egg sandwiches that papa would spoil us with, from gg's peanut brittle that made Christmas just a little more amazing.
From days spent splashing with my brothers and sister in a three foot pool, that in our minds was pure freedom, just because we had each other. The back yard camp outs and awaking to foul dog smells. The staying up late nights with grandma just because the Olympics were on, and the "if you tell your mother" lecture she'd give when she would turn a blind eye on me just being a teenager.
I am from Olan mills photo shoots and family reunions, old base ball bats and rusty water towers, Roach clips and 80s pop music. I have been forged from all of these things. Taught to love and cherish life as it is.
There is not a thing I would change, because it all makes up me.
I am from the dust that settles in the dusk of summer, from Kool aid stained smiles and Otter pops all day long.
I am from the big brown house on a quiet dead end street, the young girl laying in the grass trying to name the color of the sky, the smell of everyone's dinners lingering in the street.
I am from the sun rays that dance happily in the woods, the mountain in the distance watching over my shoulder, the swimming pools and burn bins on late summer days.
I am from every weekend getaways and the funnest house to play at, from my sweet mother and huggable father and loving being a Beaupre, being a family.
I am from the abrasively loud and the always lovable.
From big dreamers with empty pockets and travelers with endless story's.
I am from controversy among both Catholics and Christians. Mixed beliefs in one house hold, from convenience becoming a religion. My skepticism only grows with age.
I'm from the The Washington state fair, where only in Puyallup you get a day off school for fair day. It always made going back to school a little easier. The fried egg sandwiches that papa would spoil us with, from gg's peanut brittle that made Christmas just a little more amazing.
From days spent splashing with my brothers and sister in a three foot pool, that in our minds was pure freedom, just because we had each other. The back yard camp outs and awaking to foul dog smells. The staying up late nights with grandma just because the Olympics were on, and the "if you tell your mother" lecture she'd give when she would turn a blind eye on me just being a teenager.
I am from Olan mills photo shoots and family reunions, old base ball bats and rusty water towers, Roach clips and 80s pop music. I have been forged from all of these things. Taught to love and cherish life as it is.
There is not a thing I would change, because it all makes up me.
