This piece was inspired by a writing prompt which encourages you to consider the experiences that make you uniquely you. Find the link to the worksheet at the bottom of this post and engage all of your senses while you explore where you’re from.
“Where I’m From…”
I am from metal iced tea tumblers wet with condensation, fried chicken on Sunday and cracklin’ cornbread with greens. From El Caminos and Buicks, and Saturdays of Lysol and Spic-N-Span.
I am from YoYo General Store. The small farmhouse that became the country store on the corner that became the farmhouse again, larger now as each passing generation added its footprint.
I am from the smell of fresh earth wafting through the open window next to my bed, its familiar touch a nightly lullaby.
I am from sweltering tobacco fields and ice cold, crystal clear springs. From tulips and bird dogs, oak trees and Spanish moss.
I’m from freckled faces and belly laughs. From Christmas Eve drives with the moms that somehow always coincided with Santa’s visit.
I’m from Nanas and Papas, from Mamas and Daddys, from Stepmoms and Stepdads. From divorce and remarriage and multiplied families with multiplied love and multiplied heartache. From stuffed and stray animals that kept me company and one special dog that saved my life.
I’m from river banks and lake shores, boat rides and water skis. I’m from the sweetness of a boat-tethered watermelon chilling in the cold water.
I’m from tickled backs and heart-to-heart talks and a mom who made me feel I could tell her anything.
I’m from beautiful farms and weather-wrought heartbreak and picking up the pieces and starting again.
I’m from “This hurts me more than it hurts you” and “Cute as a speckled puppy in a little red wagon.” From “Fatty, Fatty 2 by 4” with striped polyester shirts and bowl haircuts.
I’m from Casey Kasem’s American Top 40, from Hotel California, Sweet Home Alabama, Fleetwood Mac and Dr. Hook.
And I’m from Just As I am and His Amazing Grace, from Little Talk(s) With Jesus and victories with Him, too.
I’m from pickup trucks and tractors and dust clouds on dirt roads. From 4-H and GAs, pep rallies and Friday night football. And I’m from Hardee’s, The Plaza, and the well-worn road in between.
I’m from quick smiles and slow drawls. From Papa’s fresh tomatoes and Nana’s strawberry cake. From boiled shrimp. From fried fish. From homemade jellies and sticky, dripping fresh peach juice.
I’m from the country. The beach. The stars at night. The clouds of day.
Old family portraits whose eyes you can’t escape, ceramic statues painted by two generations of women, hand-sewn quilts, and always-full cookie jars.
I’m from lives well lived, hearts well loved, stories well told. From six traffic lights and the City Limit sign, where the hardtop meets the dirt road.
I’m from YoYo. I’m from home.
If you would like to try your own hand at this fun endeavor, you can find the links for the worksheets here (scroll to the bottom of the page). Take a few minutes to listen to Ann Kroeker’s podcast while you are there and hear her own inspiring piece, too!
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