Where I am From

I am from nails, screws, and ear-ringing saws.
I am from loud neighborhoods of playful children,
From neighborhood games in the summer.
I am from plastic dinosaurs, armies, and cars that were so frequently the cause of my parents' bad feet.
I am from the fingernail soup that was cooed for family dinners at "Mom's Place".
I am from the stuffed caterpillar that got stuck under the scribbled on couches and was never seen again.
I am from the plunger that was drunk out of once and never again.
I am from the rickety, old house I had known so well to the new, quiet, not so known house that had required so much effort to build.
I am from good and bad times,
I am Keene

-Keene C. 8th Grade