I am from chokecherry jam

and crab apple fights in the front yard.

From riding bikes like crazy,

busted thumbs and fading scars.

I am from anger on Sunday afternoons

and trailer towed trips to the dump.

From cracked, creaky houses.

From daring runs down the baja.

I am from San Diego and Washington

and Mountains and Deserts.

From one fine cook of a grammy,

a business man and a nurse.

I am from Aladdin's Castle

and millions of dollars of quarters.

From Nintendo and Sony.

From Mario's cutting edge.

I am from Cedar Hill

and snowcone brainfreezes.

From white water tubing

and ridiculous dry heat.

I am from words on screens

and thousands of pages.

From the one thing,

the dream.