{Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop} Where I Am From

I am from piles of books and collected post cards, from Trapper Keeper and L.A. Gear with teal shoe laces.

I am from the brown house on the corner, rolling valley of green at the rounded base of the mountains, from summer that smells sweet with morning dew.

I am from the willow tree, pine tree, the paper white daisies, sweet smell of honeysuckle and long, regal gladiolas.


I am from dancing in the kitchen and laughing out loud, from Reba and Jean and Deena.

 

I am from the hard-working, the down to earth, the sentimental.

 

From it’s all fun and games until someone gets their eye poked out and at least they’re laughing and there goes the bunny.

 

I am from Lake Havasu City, the London Bridge, Parker, Bullhead, Iron Mountain, Eagar, Springerville, Round Valley, from rivers, lakes, dams and mountains, from pine trees, cactus, mint, palm trees, from the Home of the Dome, Home of John Wayne’s 26 Bar Ranch, Home of Madonna of the Trail, Home of Los Dos Molinos, where some like it HOT.


I am from artichokes with plentiful garlic butter, green corn tamales, fajitas, ribbon candy, homemade hot chocolate and cinnamon toast, Doritos and grandma’s fried bread.

From dad's percolating coffee, mom's mugs of Diet Coke and sister's atomic fireballs. Going uptown and downtown in a one horse town. 

   

I am from Brownies and Girl Scouts, from family dinners on Sunday, the weekly ABC Family Movie and America's Funniest Home Videos.

 

I am from the heavy wooden cedar chest bursting with history, the hall closet with shelves of family photos in leather albums and memories made in every room.

I am from spray deodorant accidentally sprayed on hair, scissors stabbed into the bathroom door and laughs.  Lots and lots of laughs.


That is where I am from.

This post was inspired by Mama Kat's Writing Workshop prompt.  See the template I loosely followed here and then feel free to write yours...and if you do leave me your link in the comments so I can enjoy yours!