Young Southern Student Writer 2012

Where I'm From I am from T-shirts, from ragged jeans and worn-down shoes from "hand-me-ups" and "hand-me-downs."

I am from old history books, the musty smell they give off... reminding me of my past, and what I must change for the future by blowing the dust off the front cover.

I am from clarinets and guitars, from Jimmy Page and Adele.

I'm from 12-strings and acoustics, long, drawn out sounds drowning the reality of the real world.

I am from roller-coasters and kayaks, the true thrill rides of life. from the way my stomach feels when I drop 300 feet, like a softly-cushioned jack-hammer pounding in my chest, and muddy water soaking my clothes as I paddle.

I am from Taekwondo, yells, kicks, and punches, awaiting the enemy who is to betray me.

I am from five houses within the course of two weeks, because of the choices my parents made.

I am from Asian noodle bowls.

And pot-roast. And burritos for breakfast.

Savory, delectable goodness ... the juice dripping down your chin.

I am from trailer parks and duplexes.

From mansions and apartments.

Dusty dressers, and squeaky clean dishes.

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