Focusing on Nostalgia Reclamation while utilizing the theme:
MY AURORA, Fred Rodgers Magnet Academy 8th grade students reflected on their past and “where they are from”, literally and figuratively.
Students considered their childhood homes, family, neighborhoods, schools and community, and writers understood that there is power in their story. Poems included references to foods; locations, streets, and buildings in Aurora, memories, and traditions such as eating 12 grapes each new year.
As an element of a four-part interdisciplinary Nostalgia Project ending with a four-part podcast, students shared their oral and written histories in the format of narrative poetry inspired by George Ella Lyon’s poem Where I’m From for the purpose of healing after the pandemic.
Where I’m From
By AaronI’m from blue plastic plates, from Goober Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Oscar Meyers baloney
I am from a white, old apartment, which was cracked and dusty on almost all the windows
The outside of the apartment was all dusty, dirty and felt dense at times as well
I am from maple trees that were in the front by our front yard They were pretty much everywhere and looked like ordinary trees with their rough coarse bark
Im from eating pigs in a blanket pizza buildable cracker sandwiches and the bad eyes my family has which is why most of us wear glasses, from my brother Ian and my sister Ava
I’m from the generosity of my family who is always being polite and friendly to pretty much everyone they meet and their loving nature, especially my brother who says I love you a lot all of my family is loving though
From when I was told good job on a redraw of a project I did that got lost which inspired me to draw after and when I got honor roll/high honor roll in my old school, Bardwell, every year which made me feel proud
I’m from going to communions for a cousin or another family member and a few years back going to church every Sunday Im from Aurora Illinois with my Dad's side of the family coming from Germany and my Mom's side coming more from Mexico
Hot dogs almost every day for lunch and different types sandwiches for a couple of years almost every day on Saturday and Sundays
From the time when my cousin Jose had a stroke and he got paralyzed from the chest down but can still write books which is what he did using his eyes and a computer
The work that my mom does which is working at Old Navy and then she comes home and usually cooks for us
My dad takes care of us while she s gone and he sells books on eBay to help get some more money, as well
My brain, my phone and the fridge at our house are where all the pictures and memories are that I know of, and they are important because they make up what and who I am and why these pictures and memories are important to me
Where I’m From
By AJI am from my brother’s colorless black backpack, always in a new location.
From fragrant Fabuloso and jars and little paper bags of Goya sofrito and seasoning.
I am from old, rickety floors and cramped rooms, creaking from every step and far undersized for its seven inhabitants.
I am from the warm, welcoming scents of the newest seasonal candle.
I am from bouquets of flowers, filled with tulips and orchids divine and tamed, as beautiful as the sunset and as organized as a library.
I’m from opening Christmas gifts at the crack of dawn, dreary eyed but excited and silky brown curly hair.
From Yahaira, my mother, and Delvin, my father.
I’m from eating small dinners on Thanksgiving, spending more time on games of Uno and Monopoly and bonding and the constant arguments of whose dishes are in the sink.
From the “You are enough, but you need to accept it” and the “When someone is selfless like you, they need to learn that being selfish a little bit isn’t all that bad”.
I’m from my sister’s stack of books and Bibles, almost knee high in height.
I’m from West Haverstraw, New York and the Island of Puerto Rico.
I am from my mother’s flavor packed rice and beans, and the steaming cheese pizza from Pizza Now.
From the year of living in my uncle’s basement because my mother was out all day trying to make a better life for us.
The tight, short curls of my brother and my dark brown hair.
I am from the pictures freely scattered around our home, in line of sight of any guests in our home, Proudly showing off our past struggles and successes, a reminder that our lives can only get better from here.
Where I’m From
By AdaelI am from a king-sized bed, From the PlayStation and Xbox. I am from a big, brown wooden house. (Big colorful trees, long green backyard, and the chirps of birds in trees.)
I am from grass, narrow leaves that grow from the base.
I’m from Cinco de Mayo and the face of my father. From my father Juan and my mother Claudia.
I’m from the hard mental fights and virtual life.
From screaming my name and repeating I love you.
I’m from a Catholic faith, a religion of praying to God and Jesus Christ. I’m from Aurora and Mexico, birthday cakes, and Rosca De Reyes.
From the airplane my mom took to go to the US from Mexico and the hard roadtrip my dad took around the US when he was younger.
Inside of a closet, of five old plushies that remind me of my childhood.
Where I’m From By Aiden
I’m from picture frames and drawings, a collection of them from the walls, bottom to top
From spicy Mole and salty Pescado, taken from a book. I am from a tan house with a two oakwood trees Willowing, and waning. (from a winter breeze, as the leaves fall off, I see snow take its place, soft and cold.)
I am from the neighborhoods largest trees at each corner of the sidewalk, and pesky dandelions filling the lawns empty spaces, and stealing wishes with hardwood bark, wet with sap and sharp with bugs, and suffocating seeds, flying in the fall, and growing from concrete slits.
I’m from family diners, to family talks, long but helpful, and short temper anger to overthinking wrecks, with a frustration that others know nothing about anything but get by with no effort, and feeling like I do to little or too much for others around me, feeling like I disappoint. From Karla *****, who came to Aurora out of spite and Ricardo *****, who lived here since he was 13.
I’m from the non-stop discussions One last time and motivational talks from my mom, and dad, and rarely from my brother, but I’m glad I can talk to him when I can. From Be careful, Mijo from my parents when doing something reckless and Don't be stupid from my brother when I'm about to do something stupid.
I’m from the burden of my own choices, and the freedom I was given to see my own future, from the support from my family and friends that I can do what I can.
I’m from Aurora, where my parents went to have a better life for their kids, where my dad came from Mexico at a young age, and my mother when she was 20 for a job.
From the foods my grandma cooked, soft quesadillas and warm pollo.
From the Angels of my family who gave up, and gave in to alcohol and drugs.
From the young drunk mother saved by her little brother during a dark night walk.
That little tan house in George Avenue with walls covered in pictures, shelves with dozens of cups, and at the stairs, a beautiful drawing. and in it, the memories it holds, will not be forgotten because whether bad or good, What happens in the house, will always stay in the house.
Where I’m From
By AlejandroI’m from the smell of Dawn dish soap when we wash our dishes,
From The Nintendo Wii where at nights we used to play Mario and from the Xbox 360 where me and my brother played Fifa.
I am from the brick house on Simms and Lebanon.
I am from the good and bad of Aurora, when fall comes the feel of Aurora is blue.
I am from the city where you don't have to touch to feel the energy.
I am from the marginata plants I see when I go outside.
I am from the smell of the green grass my dad keeps clean.
I’m from eating 12 grapes on New Years traditionally in hope a better year will come.
I’m from Yadira and Hector and Maria and Rosalba.
I’m from the loud laughing and the thuds from us dancing, And from the lies and manipulation which tore our family apart. I am from the joy when my family would tell me they are proud of me.
I’m from when I was told to smile correctly although I was trying to.
I’m from La Virgen De Guadalupe that watches over us and a Catholic background.
I’m from the City of the Alacranes and the home of the Chivas. I’m from tortas with milanesa and next door to my abuela's house where she made breakfast, lunch and dinner pozole for the entire family.
From the stories I've been told about my uncle I never had met. The story of how my mom came to America with nothing but my abuela and my tia destined for a better life.
I'm from the East side of Aurora from where my birthday pictures are taken.
I'm from the fun nights from when we would play Super Mario intensely with no worry about what's due tomorrow or if I have to look a certain way to be accepted in today's society.
Where I’m From
By AlexisI am from a neighborhood which never sleeps.
I am from the night where cars zoom on by.
I am from the trees that won't stop growing in my backyard, from Hot Wheels Extreme to Lego Batman.
I am from a small brick house, Euclid Avenue, cracked ceiling and damaged plants.
To the cookouts my mother had, to the parties my dad hosted.
(tiny driveway, cracked concrete on the ground and dogs barked as my family drove in.)
I am from the daisies that needed more water than usual, To little leaves falling off the flowers to damaged roots, to beautiful bright yellow daffodils.
I’m from La Chiquita y El Paso, I’m from the traditional hangouts me and my family have outside
To the same face as my dad, to the same height as my mom, From my dad Jose and my mom Norma, To my sister Maya.
I’m from the soccer games my dad and I watched every day, and the fish meals my mom and I helped with, From Quieres ver algo? and Let's roll.
I’m from Mercy Hospital, Homemade fish from me and chicken wings with lettuce from my mom.
From the When I was kid I had nothing and I don't want the same to happen to my kids, to the When I was a kid my uncle never let me have friend. He would not allow me to have a social life.
I'm from Aurora, Illinois.
Having specific family items is more than important. It can be passed on generation to generation where as a necklace my dad gave me that he got from his dad.
Where I’m From
By AlexanderI am from tacos that my dad makes every Sunday till this day,
From corn tortillas and Fabuloso.
I am from a average family size home with two of my brothers.
I am from a small tree that grew taller with me every year, With flowers growing on the branches every spring.
I’m from meeting my uncles and grandparents every Thanksgiving.
I'm from hunting for deer meat that we ate.
I’m from the family that always has something to do And the family that always makes birthdays for every single member in the family. From Calmo o te calmas.
I'm from my dad and mom moving to the U.S. for a better life along with all their brothers and sisters. I’m from celebrating my family.
Where I’m From
By AndreaI'm from the prickly grass with dandelions, From the strong smell of Fabuloso and the crisp smell of carne asada.
I am from the red beaming house in the corner of the street. (the hill in my backyard, the store one block away from my house.)
I am from the peach trees in front and in the back of my home, with peaches glowing like the sun from each branch.
I’m from making pozole every Christmas, From my mother Rosa and my father Ismael.
I’m from the family that tends to repeat these phrases and the family that works hard until they achieve what they want.
From the story of my parents coming to the US from Mexico, and the life story of my sister.
I’m from going to El Sagrado Corazon de Jesus every Sunday and praying every night before going to sleep.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, Spain and Mexico.
From the refreshing taste of agua de Horchata, and the flavorful taste of Enchiladas.
From the stories of my mother’s childhood, and the stories of my father’s struggles in the US.
The memories my parents would tell me about our old apartment that I can't seem to remember.
The box under my parents bed with all my certificates and the leap of excitement when they take out our family album.
Where I’m From
By AndreaI am from the Suavitel in the basement, from the blanket that wraps around me and the sage scented candle that lights up my day.
I am from a two story house with millions of flowers surrounding my home.
(The divine, fragrant, and heavenly flowers. How they smell so good.)
I am from tulips, blooming in the morning, shut at night. I’m from Christmas and curly hair, from Julia my beautiful mother, and Jose, my caring dad.
I’m from the planters who spend day and night during the spring and summer caring for their plants as much as they care for their kids, from seamstresses making sure every little detail is perfect. From my mom saying You don’t do anything right when I make a small mistake, to Everyone makes mistakes.
I’m from going to Saint Nicholas Church every Sunday at one in the afternoon.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Jalisco, Mexico.
I am from the little green and round lentils my mom would make when I was sick, and the delicious enchiladas my mom would make for my birthday.
I am from my mom deciding to read to me the Spanish version of The Kissing Hand and the Spanish version of Pocket Full of Kisses in one sitting.
The photo albums that are full of baby pictures and my parents' wedding pictures in the tv cabinet, and the shoe box full of family pictures in the cluttered attic, How they remind me of everyone who has helped me be who I am today.
Where I’m From
By AnthonyI am from a home were every memory is saved in pictures or videos,
From the red keurig coffee machine as loud as the siren in the early morning and the breakfast sandwiches that make my mouth water each time they are made
To the music thumping over all the houses and cars filling up the street.
From the delightful wins my team gets filling my family with so much joy and excitement, to the sorrow and heartbreaking losses, To rocky roads that makes it feel like there are a million bumps every time you move forward.
I am from the billion ash trees rattling their branches all over the neighborhood.
I’m from where people give gifts for Christmas around the Christmas tree light and people scare for Halloween, All the times we would argue from our attitude to the times we are at the kitchen table making all of us laugh.
From my mom and dad helping us even at their lowest point, From when my tia’s and tio’s would give me their crazy stories as a kid.
I’m from the people that can’t see and the people that see And the short and tall in my family.
From my mom saying I love you each time I get off to go to school and saying You always have someone to talk to in my family.
I’m from a place where I would go to church camp in the summer and meet new people.
I’m from a place where the water is considered the best of all states
To breakfast sandwiches and tacos getting made each day. From a mother who knows and cares about everything that I do. The time when my dad would take me to the store and have a talk with me
Here in the City of Lights
Knowing that each memory is saved in these squares that show my life start to finish.
Where I’m From
By AndreaI’m from the home cooked corundas
that I am greeted with every afternoon, From Suavitel and Jabon Zote.
I am from a timid quiet home with broken brick stairs. Surrounded by many other peaceful homes with Banana Split and Alma’s nearby.
(The large calm porch cluttered with storage boxes, the light brown bricked pattern pathway leading to the rustic mailbox filled with envelopes.
When passing by you can hear the loud greeting from my dogs in the view of the window. )
I am from the many roses, vines, and bushes.
The sidewalk cracks filled with grass.
The tall eye-catching captivating rosy as bubblegum roses.
The tall green vibrant vines begin to cover the secretive front windows, as the bushes blooming youthful flowers begin to lose their bright features.
I’m from the many rosaries and many crosses with saints and the pearly royal beads and the true red beads like bold red roses,
Millions of picture frames with the shiny frames like gold with captivating patterns like swirls on the walls covered in First Communions and Baptism from my many family members.
I’m from celebrating posadas and to having colorful animal shaped piñatas with the smooth crepe wrinkles at every party. The loud humorous family anyone can hear from miles away.
From Rosa and Everardo.
I’m from always wanting to stay in
And complaining about any small little thing.
From being told the Llorona would snatch me if I didn't sleep soon, and to always being told to do my homework.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois.
From the line of many powerful individuals from my family in order for me to be able to live this life.
Savorfull homemade tortillas and the warm red delicious tamales.
From my brothers always losing me in the streets of Mexico as a child.
The time of how powerful my mom was from crossing the border pregnant in order to have a better life.
The sunny side of Michoacan, Mexico.
Always near family owned stores and barns filled with oinks of pigs and the neighs of horses.
My true home where I felt safe.
Albums, pictures and moments are all important as they will be engraved into our mind.
These memories will long live to represent my heritage and to show how it is within our culture.
Where I’m From
By AnthonyI am from Duvalin in the bottom of the candy jar, From Chipotle sauce to Fabuloso and La Migra.
I am from dark blue peeled paint that's scattered all over the small backyard and the bouncy trampoline that's missing half its springs.
(beautiful, but messy feeling the soft peaches that grew on the peach tree)
I'm from the land of sweet cucumbers and big red tomatoes. The sweet and refreshing cucumbers taste way better than the store-bought ones.
I am from eating the giant sweet bread donut with dried fruit and sugar coating on January 6th and going to Chinatown once every two weeks to eat the delicious black sesame chicken with soft rice.
From my mom, Maria *******, and my dad, Jorge *********
I come from a family that gathers every Christmas to eat delicious food and open gifts from our aunts and cousins. Every birthday, we go out to restaurants.
From You guys are getting a dog and We’re going on vacation.
I’m from clay pottery that was always made with love,
From the colorful baskets that would be filled with candy or warm pastries.
I’m from Mexico where we eat tortas de mole and pork with chile.
From the time my dad wanted me to do construction work with him.
From the picture book in the storage closet that contains all the pictures of me as a little kid to the stories she would tell us about her childhood.
These memories will show us how we have improved as a family and remind us of how amazing and beautiful my
Where I’m From
By AnthonyI'm from a bottle of shampoo, From Charmin and Febreze.
I am from a house that creaks with every step, (A house that's cold, yet comfortable.)
I am from mirrors that still are as clear as the day we got them.
I am from roses as bright as the star and as beautiful as the butterflies that surround it.
I’m from loteria and family unity.
From Sergio, my dad, and Rosa, my mom.
From being told I’m having a sister And being told Yah, way because of an inside joke we have as a family.
I’m from the cross, as bright as my future.
I’m from Texas as hot as the pozole my family makes every Thanksgiving.
I'm from waking up to the smell of chilaquiles every birthday morning.
I'm from the time my dad came to America crossing the hot desert,
To the time my dad ran into a wasp nest while fishing.
I'm from the time my family went to Florida and we all got sun burned for going to the beach every day.
I’m from praying every single morning together and going to church every Sunday.
Where I’m From
By ArrowI’m from Banana Split cones and slushies, From Zote soap as pink as Lake Hillier and the Alma food market mere seconds away.
I am from a tall vinyl gray house with an endless black driveway.
From all the buildings downtown, to all the artwork with meaning as strong as the voices they speak for.
I am from flowering roses, vibrant overgrown bushes and two oak trees, as old as our family traditions.
I’m from boundless card games and fair freckled skin.
From the care of my sister and the unavailability from my parents.
I’m from the roaring Romeo Santos songs blasting from our car and neverending parties.
From being told that my limits are endless and that We only accept the love we think we deserve.
I’m from a long line of Catholics, but I myself am not. I'm from Chicago, and my Latino heritage runs deep.
From my tia’s tamales to my mom's pozole.
From the tales of my mom's childhood,
To the sacrifices my abuelo made for his family.
From my backyard as big as an acre filled with each and every one of our memories.
From the shot glasses as deep as the Pacific ocean.
Where I’m From By Anyssa
I am from the late night drives through New York Street, From the scattered toys on the floors and the bright awakening rooms.
I am from my chaotic white brick home that brings comfort like the peace from my room down the long bright narrow hall.
I am from the red rose bushes, (Miniature and beautiful that bloom in the spring in the back of my home.)
I’m from movie nights that lead to late night talks and becoming comforting and giving the feeling of being ok. From my mother Adriana, beautiful inside and out, and my dad Jorge who raised me to my full potential.
I’m from the loud laughs and confusing feelings.
From the spark my mom told me to never lose or let someone take and the Forgive but never forget.
I’m from the lack of religion, which my family despises at moments.
I’m from my city Aurora and my home south in Mexico.
The sopa de fideo, warm fresh orange rice.
From the recipes my grandma was passed down from generations and now to me.
My cousins who are young and wild Showing their personality from the Christmas picture on the wall.
Having each other's love and each other's love only.
Where I’m From
By AshlynI am from big Quinceanera dresses, From Mazapanes and from Jarritos.
I am from a small house surrounded by bright flowers and a dark red porch on Hoyles Avenue next to Fifth and Jackson Street.
(From my dog laying down under my trampoline on sunny days and the small purple room me and my older sister had to share.)
From the loud fighting a 7-year difference can make between two sisters and the similar odor of our dog sleeping in the same room as us.
I am from chiles and red roses growing in my backyard. Red roses so bright you can see them from space and chiles so spicy and tangy you’ll turn as red as the roses growing right next to them.
I’m from having a get-together every Saturday and
From the hilarious and hectic nights at the dining table
From my intelligent big sister Ahtziri and to my supportive parents Mari and Martin.
I’m from the hard working and the dedicated and the love of history books.
From the I love you every morning before school and all the You won’t believe what happened when my family hears some gossip.
I’m from buying roses and candles for a statue of St. Jude
To going to church so early in the morning I could barely stand up during the Mass.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and from Guadalajara
From the Chocolate de Abuelita on a white winter day to the red pozole on the special Christmas Day.
From the sleepless nights while my dad was in the hospital getting heart surgery.
The months my mom spent in the hospital to just be there showing my dad her love and care.
The photobook in the attic with memories as old as my great grandmother.
That photobook is layered with pictures that fill me up with happiness and nostalgia. The feeling of wanting to go back to those birthdays, holidays and special family traditions. That is where I am from.
Where I’m From
By AylaniI am from parties that last all night with the sun on the verge of coming up,
From lemongrass tea and a brown soft cookie with chocolate chips melting on a bright early morning.
I am from a tan quiet home with the wood crackling and sizzling in the firepit out back
While you walk in you can smell the lavender as it hits your nose.
I am from the small dark red tree that grew as I grew (Skinny gray bark with patches of black under the first layer and leaves flying away in the fall.)
I’m from getting together on Christmas to open presents when the clock hits 12 and getting home when the skies pitch black.
I'm from long dark and light big curly hair that puffs out as the day goes by,
From Martin ****** and Yasmin *****.
I’m from the nights me my mom and step dad go out to see a new released movie while there's nothing else to do
And jokes that go all around my family that make us laugh to the point where not even a peep comes out.
From Portate Bien!
and think twice about your choices.
I’m from going to church school on Sunday mornings and waking up to pancakes from my dad.
I’m from Guadalajara, Mexico and Zacatecas, too.
Albondigas and sopes when the sun starts to set
From when my parents got separated when I barely hit 5. The birth of my sister on September 19, 2022.
I'm from Orlando, Florida at Universal Studios until the sun goes down.
From saying I love you before hanging up a call or leaving to school because you never know what could happen next.
Where I’m From
By BenI am from Legos,
From Boyd Bears and Thirty-One.
I am from dark green clapboards on the outside of the house, (tilted, rough, hearing the rain banging on the boards.)
I am from evergreen bushes in the backyard, Bushes that cling to their leaves.
I’m from holiday get togethers and fondness for animals as large as a building,
From my mother Kirsten and my father Michael.
I’m from the vacations with my family in the summer and giving animal shelters barrels of money.
From Better safe than sorry and Don’t sweat the small stuff.
I’m from no religion, avoiding church like the plague and only celebrating Christmas.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Northwestern Europe, Pizza, paninis.
From the Christmas tree my mother keeps up until January 6th, The goatee of my father.
Pictures on phones and computers, Remembering the good times of your past during the toughest of change.
Where I’m From
By BellaI am from the tower of plants in the hallway, leading to the vibrant flowers all over, inside and out
From the taste of La Preferida Frijoles Negros to the smell of Sazon Goya flavoring
I am from the small blue two story house on the busy street right next to my elementary school, Oak Park
From the love and support from my family, and the feeling of being present in the moment, all together
The smell and scent of flowers and vanilla lavender candles lurking around every corner
I am from the variety of wreaths on the front door
Each one entirely different for every season and year
From waking up to the smell of homemade tamales and eating them on Christmas
I’m from the dark brown eyes, just finishing the movie that was never ended
From my hardworking mother, Brenda Lona ********* to my father, Bernardo ********** ***** who always makes me laugh I’m from the people who have been speaking Spanish for generations
To singing with my mom in the car to her favorite songs, which are as old as the car
From “porta te bien” and “lea la Biblia”
I’m from communion / Santa Cena, and from prayer’s coming out of my lips
I’m from Aurora, Illinois; Monterrey, Mexico; and Italy Warm Caldo De Res, on cold winter days, to the refreshing taste of strawberry Agua Fresca, cooling me down with a hint of sweetness
From the story of my mom and dad giving me the opportunity to have a good, happy life inspiring me to live life to its fullest. To the missing pinky which belonged to my grandfather that was cut off, never to be seen again.
From the old photographs now lost in my grandmother’s house
To the old camera which belonged to my great grandfather who would take pictures of artists with it, helping me remember the stories passed down from my family which to this day inspire me to be a better person and to follow my heart.
Where I’m From
BrandonI’m from the framed pictures on the living room walls. From Salsa Valentina and the Clorox on the kitchen sink.
I am from the old dim wooden park in my backyard. (The rundown slide I played in. The park broken down and decaying that still brought joy to my heart) The one I played in while the sun illuminated it, as it scorched down onto me .
I am from the ash trees I examined as I walked through parks. The same trees I see dazzling in the wind.
I’m from the dark Halloween trick-or-treating at night with my family who are a bunch of dog lovers. From Sara Rodriguez my mother to Hector Alonso my father and the hard work they must do to care for their family.
I’m from the family who jokes around a lot and the family that gets into brutal arguments and fights all the time.
From the times I was woken up to “Happy Birthday”, and the times I was in trouble and was told to “Wait till we get home”.
I’m from going to church on Sundays to St. Nicholas on High Street when I was a little kid
To getting in trouble when I was messing around.
I’m from Chicago, Illinois and my uncles and aunts in Mexico still living their lives. Great tamales, posole both appetizing made for the entire family to feast together. From the stitches my sister had to get when she fell trying to push me into the Crown Fountain Towers to get me wet when I was a small child. The scar she still has to this date.
All the pictures we took in Chicago And all the love we have for that city and this city. The cities I was raised in and Chicago, the city of my birth, and the memories everyone has for all the good times.
Where I’m From
By BrianaI’m from the worn down, yellow, lace table covers, from Ricitos de Oro shampoo and Vaporub. I am from broken fences with chipped paint, bedecked with cat scratches and overgrown grass. (Ragged, worn down, giving splinters to those who touched it.)
I am from vines on Palace Street, green, destructive, took over any land they could find.
I’m from January 6th, Dia de Los Reyes, cutting and eating la rosca hoping I find baby Jesus.
From my mother Maria and my father Miguel.
I’m from wide shoulders, from No molestes and Hazlo tu sola.
I’m from the Virgin Mary who illuminated under the moonlight, resting above my bed helping me sleep on dark nights. I’m from the hot weather of Las Vegas and the warm breeze of Tepehuanes Durango, Bunuelos and atole.
From the summer evenings in 2015 spent on my tias roof, slowly turning more brown within time, with my five year old cousin while my family was away And ruining my tias makeup while pretending to be a makeup artist.
The broken, out of date, phone my mom keeps all of her photos in.
It stays hidden in a compartment in her vanity. The pictures, as blurry as when you open your eyes in the morning, help preserve all those moments which otherwise I would label as indifferent and I'd disregard.
Where I’m From
By CamilaI am from frying pans that are inside of the oven, From Fabuloso and Ajax.
I am from the boisterous and crazy white house. (My very small backyard with my Mom's plants, playgrounds around my Neighborhood, the noise of my brother's mumbling, and the smell of Fabuloso on my clothes.)
I am from oak trees and pine trees that are always glooming in the spring.
I’m from pozole and tamales for Christmas, and the hard work my family does to provide for us. From my brother Alex to my other brother Isaac.
I’m from the fun family that we always watch action movies on the weekends, and from the obedient family that we always have to listen to our parents.
From getting told Mientras vivas en esta casa, se hace lo que diga and I love you.
I’m from the church that we always go to on Sundays.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois to my Mom’s rancho that we go during the summer,
To tacos de asada and enchiladas
From the stories that my Mom always told us about how she had to work at a young age to provide from her family, The cows that my grandpa used to own in his rancho,
To the wooden box that we have in the closet spilling all the memories of our family.
I am from those moments that we share, and I would trade them for nothing.
Where I’m From
By BriannaI am from the orange day-lilies that are at every house I've lived in,
From northern enchiladas and southern enchiladas.
I am from a messy blue loving small house
(The blackberries falling on the ground every summer, and the cherry blossoms that bloom every spring.)
With the sound of birds chirping every morning to seeing the flowers close every evening
I am from the tulips sprouting in the garden that bloom during the cold.
I’m from celebrating los tres reyes
To eating those tamales on February 2nd,
From Roxana and Efrain.
I’m from two very honest and respectful people,
From Aye el cucuy, el cucuy and Sana, sana colita de rana.
I’m from a Catholic household, and going to Our Lady of Good Counsel Catholic Church every Sunday.
I’m from North Loucks Street in Aurora, Illinois to Hispanic heritage, Eating tamales, corundas.
From the story of a young woman dropping her career to help her mother.
The story of two families from Michoacan and Durango and how they managed to live in the U.S.A.
The albums that have memories I forgot, kept in the closet so I can go back.
The goals I'm here to fulfill and the ones my parents want me to achieve.
I’m here to represent my Hispanic heritage.
Where I’m From
By ChristopherI’m from the arracheras sizzling outside with the sun striking us down, from the smell of Fabuloso and the smell of Febreeze.
I am from your typical Hispanic household with the little chihuahua wandering around even though the house is not big or small, it's filled with a loving family and welcoming family.
I am from the Help me take this outside that my mom would always say to Cut the backyard.
From the misty mornings that I would wake up to that smelled like luscious mint.
I am from the gigantic ash tree in front where I would peel the outerwear that would always get blazed with the moonlight.
I’m from the family that hosts all of the get-togethers as fun as it is cleaning the next morning was a pain, And waiting until midnight to open your gifts on Christmas Eve. From my parents, Nancy and Heriberto, taking me and my siblings to where they went on their first date.
To me and my brother Eric going to play soccer with his friends. I’m from watching the United States soccer game every other night to hearing my dad scream GOAL every time America scored, and hearing the rattle of the beads my little sister uses to make her bracelets.
From being told Te va llevar ese senor when I didn't behave good in the store.
To my grandpa telling me Que dios te bendiga mijo everytime I left the house
I’m from going to Saint Paul Church every Sunday morning and doing my First Communion at Saint Paul.
From both of my parents being immigrants and to me being born at Mercy hospital on the westside.
Eating tacos at Jalisco Tacos on Lake Street and going out to Chili’s after we get out of church.
From hearing the story of how my dad met my mom a million times I could never get tired of hearing it. To hearing the cries of my family from when my grandpa passed away.
I'm from going to Philips Park garden to take pictures with the family.
And the gold chain that's been passed down from generations.
I'm from loving the late night drives
To talking to my close ones around the fire
To making people laugh.
I'm here to accomplish my dreams and fulfill the ones my ancestors couldn’t.
Where I’m From
By ChristopherI am from the carne asada and tacos my dad would grill. From the small black grill my dad used and the also small, blue trampoline we would jump on while we waited. I am from the big, baby blue painted house which my godfather painted beige, (With the small playground, the huge backyard, And the tiny white shed with a red roof that held my Godfather’s gardening tools )
I am from the big maple tree that provided shade, tall, wide, and full of leaves.
I’m from hot chocolate on cold winter days and laying on the couch, watching TV with my blanket over my body.
From my close friend William, who I’ve known since I was born, and his little brother Victor, who we call “Latas.”
I’m from the movies we watch, late at night, and sleeping in the middle of the day.
From Te va a agarrar el cucui when I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to and Nomas que no te despiertes when we wouldn’t go to sleep.
I’m from the church camp in Streator I went to with my dad, which I went to again, but as a youth group back in August.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois,
Tacos from my dad, gorditas and sopa aguada from my mom. From the many times William had a sleepover at my house, and the many scars my dad has on his arms and legs from his job.
The picture frames on the walls of my house and all those pictures on the frame remind me of my happy childhood I don’t have much memory of.
Where I’m From
By DanielI am from family pictures of the past, From cold milk and warm blankets.
I am from red fences made of old wood, (rusty nails and the flaky paint that comes off of it.)
I am from an apple tree that has been there all my life that I would climb everyday. I’m from traveling across the world and being very talkative about it. From Imelda and Michael. I’m from the family who eats dinner together everyday and watches sports on the TV together. From being told to Work hard to being told I’m proud of you I’m from a Catholic church to where my First Communion took place. I’m from Aurora, Illinois and from an Irish and Filipino family. From my favorite Filipino foods like Adobo and pancit.
From my Irish grandfather who was one of the best teachers in Loyola Marymount University. I’m from the smart minds of my mother and father.
From the deserts of California to the tropical forests of the Philippines. Being with my family and making these memories is the importance of why being together matters.
Where I’m From
By DanielI’m from salsa de valentina,
From arroz con frijoles and tortillas.
From a large staircase a flower wallpaper in the bathroom and a garden in the front yard of my home.
(Beautiful, adventurous, the smell of pozole.)
I am from the hierbabuena my mother grows outside to make tea when we are sick,
The green plant with a great smell outside of my home.
I’m from carne asadas on beautiful sunny days, Love loyalty and work ethic.
From Sabino and Consuelo.
I’m from the family get-togethers and quinceaneras my cousins have had.
From being told I was moving to Magnet as a child And being told I was going on the first trip after the year and a half of a pandemic.
I’m from a Catholic household with my Baptism clothes still in my closet.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Michoacan, Mexico. Tamales, tacos.
From the time my parents came to the United States from Mexico with no money or job but worked hard for a better life and a roof over our heads.
From the time my little cousin was born she was laying in my arms.
When my family went to Texas to visit my cousins or when we went to the beach in Michigan for my birthday.
These photos and memories will forever be held dear to my heart and will be passed from generations to generations.
Where I’m From By Daniela
I am from molcajetes, coarse as sandpaper, From jabon Zote and tortilleros, with intricate designs on the dried, woven palm leaves.
I am from carpeted stairs tall like a skyscraper, as creaky as an old tree swaying during a storm, ugly, familiar pattern.
From el Trigo Bakery on Sunday mornings (sweet, familiar scent).
I am from wild violets vibrant, plentiful, full of life.
I’m from waking someone up on their birthday with a song and sneezes louder than a rocket launch, from Carmen and Raul.
I’m from embarrassing childhood stories and countless jokes.
I’m from gathering around the fireplace on Christmas Eve, eager to receive my present.
From Primero Dios and Con cuidado
I’m from fragrant rosaries, and 10 Dios Te Salve Maria. I’m from Aurora, Guanajuato and Durango, soft, warm, corundas, flavorful sopa de fideo.
From my dad’s life of hard, strenuous work.
The struggle of living in a country so different from your home. Photo albums and mementos hidden away in closets to take me back to times full of joy.
Even when everything seems uncertain and ever changing, I’ll have my family, and I’ll have memories that’ll bring me comfort in times of anguish.
Where I’m From
By DarilynnI am from the loud old roaring vacuum in my house.
From big bags of Jasmine Rice and Head and Shoulders Shampoo that smells like green apple.
I am from the tall, blistering, brown fence that surrounds my entire home, noticeable to any car driving by.
The large front yard where me and my siblings play games such as soccer or volleyball.
The big, bumpy, cracked driveway with piles of rocks taking up lots of space.
I am from the tiny garden next to my house where my parents grow multiple vegetables and fruits, which come in different sizes and colors
I am from the New China Buffet in Chicago that I go to with my family to celebrate birthdays and a family of people with eyes brown as coffee grounds
From Maribel and Emmanuel.
I am from the flea market in Chicago that me and my family go to almost every other Saturday and the muddy places with horrendous smells we stay at to catch fish
From La escuela viene primero and Si Dios quiere
I am from a Catholic family who goes to St. Nicholas Church on the weekends, and who attends church school every Wednesday to complete our Confirmation.
I am from Aurora, Illinois and my mom is from the state of Mexico.
I am from warm and mouth-watering tacos de al pastor, and delicious bistec.
From the pinata business my mom had to start so we could afford to buy food
To the multiple hours my stepdad has to work in his two jobs so that we can pay bills.
I am from the smooth albums with flower prints full of pictures of my family that I keep in my closet.
Our family loves to embrace our Mexican culture, we value spending time together and creating joyful memories.
Where I’m From
By DidiI'm from Suavitel, From Milagro tortillas and Maizada tostadas.
I am from gray walls, Smooth and stained.
(When able to touch the walls, you can still feel the paint drops frozen in time.)
I am from blood red roses and blissful smelling lavender, My mother’s favorite flowers that she gifts to everyone as she had wished someone had gifted to her.
I’m from cousins and aunts and uncles coming over for Christmas and little kids running around with their iPads begging to go home or to break open that pinata.
From my mom Maria and from my dad Gerardo.
I’m from the steps in which the people before me used to dance,
And the kicks to that soccer ball that my father passed down to me.
From the warm feeling you get walking into a room where someone can say Buenos días and everyone else would smile and say Buenos días right back even if everyone was a total stranger.
Along with the long weekday nights watching my sister study her hardest for success as she had told me and continues to tell me to try your best and never give up because at the end of the day, you know that you tried your hardest.
I’m from green, white, and red. The colors of the flag from my ancestors. The ones that worked so hard for my parents to be given a chance here.
I’m from Chicago.
From pozole verde, and warm cheesy deep dish pizza.
From the late night drives and endless weekends and shopping trips to Target with my sister.
The nights she would blast music in her car on our way to Spirit Halloween.
The miles traveled from Chicago to Aurora with a car carrying pictures of when I was young.
Where I’m From By Day
I am from countless unlit candles scattered across the house, from Gain detergent and off-brand minifigures. I am from small backyards (cluttered, messy with things taking up all of the space.)
That uneven yet natural feeling of rocks through my shoes and tulips filled with a soft and gorgeous feeling.
I’m from visiting Michoacan every two years. from brown, curly hair that sits so perfectly on some of my family's shoulders.
From my oldest brother, Brandon and the cousin I rarely see, Melanie.
I’m from the detailed art pieces carefully handcrafted, and creativity flowing through every pencil being picked up. from I'll think about it and No hablas así!
I’m from rosaries, sat on my abuela’s shoulders.
I’m from Aurora and Michoacan.
From warm tamales and mom’s tacos de queso y crema that never fail to taste amazing, even though they’re simple. From the video games my brother tried to explain that I will never figure out for the life of me.
The cook book my mom has had for decades sitting in the kitchen drawer, The box sitting at the top of my closet filled to the brim with piles of pictures and tickets.
I’m from the children’s plushies bought at the Plaza in Michoacan that me and my cousins made so many jokes with, and I’m from the food from La Cascada that we have every time we visit Mexico, and from the drawings made by my father and uncles that really connect us.
Where I’m From By
DylanI’m from celebrating the day that Jesus sacrificed himself for all our sins, From Suavitel and O-Cedar mops.
I am from peeling the paint full of colors and memories, (The old crusty fence in my backyard, the beautiful dandelions growing as the sun is shining on their beautiful and bright yellow petals, the smell of the flowers and the humidity bringing back memories.)
I am from oak trees and their falling leaves transitioning into a new color in the fall.
I’m from celebrating El Dia de los Reyes as a whole family gettogether and the Spanish accent that my family has, From my dad Juan and my mom Claudia.
I’m from the humorous jokes and being social with each-other. From You’re Intelligent but you’re just lazy and I am proud of you.
I’m from Catholics, praying to Jesus and Maria the Virgin every Sunday for another day of life.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Guadalajara, Mexico, Tamales, Pozole.
From the story about how both my grandfathers were hard workers in order to put a roof above my Mom’s siblings and herself.
The story about how both my parents came to America for a better job.
My Dad and Mom are hard workers in order to put a roof above our heads and buy us things.
The beautiful shining altar with decorations and candles we put reminding us to pray to our grandfathers and Jesus.
Where I’m From
By DylanI am from Roku televisions
From the Nickelodeon channel and the glossy glow of the Xfinity wifi working, even though there is a red glow.
I am from many different colors of houses on my street, Logan Street. glossy, dazzling, and polished under the moonlight.)
I am from oak trees and pine wood smell crisp, damp, and sweet smell.
I’m from Mom putting up the Christmas tree way too early! And being an Honor Roll students from Ashley ****** my mom and Casey ****** my dad
I’m from the campgrounds at Camp Dean and Hansen’s Hideaway and my family goes out of their way to help others,
from Mrs. Linares always told me that I was smart and kind and this greatly helped me have a confidence boost and I can do most things when I put my mind to it and never give up.
I’m from attending Christmas Mass with my family, from wining the Awana’s box car derby at church.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, Little Caesars cheese pizza (my moms old job), Denny's/ IHop pancakes, hot coco, fries and hot dogs from my Nana who always told me that I was special and amazing. These words stayed with me even after she was gone. My mother tells me all the time that I can do something even though I may feel as if I can’t.
Aurora, Illinois, Logan Street, Denver, and Chicago,
From all the times we have failed and got better or all the times we succeeded and still improved.
Where I’m From
By EmilyI’m from pots and pans in the oven, From the strong Fabuloso smell, the strong cleaning chemicals.
I am from the light brown apartment at the end of the road, (Near the big pine tree, with white flowers and a lot of bees flying all around, with very green wet grass that you see as soon as you step out the front door.)
I am from the humongous pine tree in the neighborhood which I hung out with friends.
The tall, dark green, humongous tree with a thick small branch where I would swing around on.
I’m from the frequent carne asadas
And my family reunions at my aunt's house. From my older sister Lucy and my mom Blanca and dad Jose. I’m from the parks me and my family go, to walk my dog on a sunny Sunday and going to los Elotes Gomez on the weekend. From my mom telling me to always try my best and It'll pay off in the future.
And how my older sister always says Persistence is key. I’m from a Catholic household, with all of me and my sisters’ First Communion dresses in the closet. I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Zacatecas, Mexico.
From Pozole on Christmas, and tamales on holidays, From the fascinating stories my grandparents tell me about trouble my dad got in.
From the way my parents migrated to get better opportunities for me and my sisters, And the soft black bag in my parents closet overflowing with all of the albums of childhood pictures.
Emmanuel
I am from brooms laying next to the washing machine.
I am from the Fabuloso I smell in every room.
I am from Barcell, the snacks my mom used to buy me.
I am from a cozy average clean-to-the-touch home.
I am from the oak tree old and large in my backyard.
I am from going to my uncle's house for Christmas.
I am from brown hair, From patricia and tony.
I’m from the doing things together and liking sports and going on walks.
I'm from Stop touching everything when I was in a store with my mother and Calm down when I was being too rowdy.
I am from grandparents that are Christian but I'm not.
I am from when I used to go to church every Sunday.
I’m from Aurora, California, and Mexico.
I am from when my dad grilled arrachera in the backyard and the pozole my mom made every Christmas. From the time I almost fell into the Fox Valley River and got half scared to death.
I am from the picture of my great grandma and me.
I am from pots and pans stored in the oven and saving plastic bags
From Zote soap and Great Value cereal.
I am from wooden steps, Beautiful quiet gray walls all around the house.
I am from fresh red roses picked out of the garden That would be in red or clear old vases.
I’m from praying every year on Christmas Eve and black straight hair,
From Papa Mario and Mama Maria.
I’m from the family cookouts every weekend
(Where me and my cousins would play outside and steal little bits of food) and going on walks to Solfisburg Park or around the block at Rural St.
I’m from the Mom and Dad that would work night shifts just so they can make enough to eat
From “Ya lo hiciste Emmanuel?!” and “Manny go get me ‘this or that!’”
I’m from praying every time before entering the highway and going to St.Nicholas or St. Rita Church every few weeks.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, but really from Tlacotepec, Guerrero Grandma's fresh bread that she would only make when she came to visit and tamales that would last weeks at home
From the time Gio took me to Crest Hill, Illinois to buy my first skateboard at Jeric’s Skate Shop
The supportive brother Gio always telling me to do what I like and follow my goals.
From my mom and dad’s pueblo where they grew up in Tlacotepec to now here in Aurora, Illinois, To the tradition where every male in my family gets a sombrero from my grandpa.
I am the next one in line to get one.
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Where I’m From
By ErickI’m from the pictures that sit on my household tables, from Fabuloso in the kitchen drawer and old family memories in the living room.
I am from the home in the middle of the neighborhood.
From small homes to big homes, (neatly cut grass in the backyard to the basketball hoop on the bumpy driveway.)
I am from the home with beautiful lavender flowers in front of it, neatly cut bushes in front of the house.
I’m from the family that eats tamales every Christmas and the family that gets their sarcasm from each other.
From Jose and Vania ** *****.
I’m from the family that is as loud as a big city and family that always jokes around.
From Siguele eh and Good luck at your game, kid. I’m from a Catholic family that goes to church on Sundays from time to time.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Jalisco, Mexico and Zacatecas, Mexico, to the hot steamy pozole that is made on Christmas and sizzling tacos that are made for cookouts.
From the time my Tia Chuy sadly passed away due to a sickness in 2017, to the time my parents gave birth to me at a young age but never gave up to give me the best life they can give me. You can always find our favorite pictures and memories in boxes with dust on them in our rooms.
These family items are important to us because one day we can tell stories to the next generation.
Where I’m From
By EstebanI am from the microwave clock in my dining room, From the Denorax shampoo and the Dawn dish soap to wash dishes.
I am from the radiant crabapple trees in front of my house on South Smith Street.
The ruffling leaves, and the vivid shades of pink and brown, From the wind whistling through the air to the crabapple trees swaying side to side.
I am from the lilies and roses my mom planted long ago, The white and yellow petals along with the glamorous shades of red and pink roses.
From the huge backyard that we played with our frisbee in.
Yet I am from the pain of losing my father in the crash on October 29th, Pain that left a hole in my heart.
The crash that broke my femurs, pelvis, left arm, and fractured my skull.
From my dad’s favorite green flavor of Monster every October 29th and the perseverance that he had.
From Renee Kristeene *********, my mom, and Esteban *********, my dad.
I’m from the smack talking of my dad’s side, And the story telling from my mom.
From the You can do it if you put your mind to it and the Always give something new a shot.
From a mix of religion,
I never really attended church or went to Sunday school Yet, I have some of my own religious beliefs.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and from all over Texas.
I am from the enticing, mouth watering, and savory flavor of Subway pizzas, to my step-dad’s exquisite and scrumptious Thanksgiving turkey.
From the small black and blue pens my dad gave out to Afghanistan children when he was in the army.
To the vivid and lush paintings that my brother has created.
From many family trips across the U.S. like Disneyworld to Washington, D.C. Trips spent with those most important to me.
Where I’m From
By ErvinI am from camarones a la diabla cooking in the kitchen, From Fabuloso and Zote.
I am from the loud cream house.
(My green backyard, hosting all of our birthday parties and family reunions, with the sun blazing on my skin.)
I am from the spicy chillies my grandpa grows outside To make a spicy salsa for a birthday party, I’m from semana santa
And neat grandparents, From my Uncle Fermin and My mother Esmeralda.
I’m from staying up late on the weekends with my family and watching action movies and from playing loteria.
From Te va agarrar el cucuy and from La llorona.
I’m from going to church every Sunday morning and going to church school on Fridays.
I’m from Chicago and the foggy city of Pachuca, I am from pambazos and huaraches, from going out in secret to play soccer.
From the poor times in Mexico. My uncle before he passed away told me a story. He told me to not to not give up on my dreams about playing soccer for the Chicago Fire, and now that I have an opportunity to play, I'm really glad that my family never gave up on me.
I am from the old drawer full of family photos.
Where I’m From
By EthanI am from the wonky cereal containers we had for storage, From PineSol and Dawn.
I am from wet April mornings, lush and quiet, From those amazing Sunday mornings with bacon on the stove, fresh air flowing through.
I am from the prickly rosebush in the front yard, blooming white flowers.
I am from the summer Golden Corral trips when we get good grades,
From my wonderful grandparents, Busia and Papa, caring so much.
I’m from the sarcastic snickers bouncing around, And I love yous in the zone.
From It’s your first day of school to You’ll be twelve in February. I’m from the children’s book of Mormon to the bright church hours.
I’m from Illiana and Eastern Europe.
Polish sausage and mashed potatoes like I’ve never had before. From the stories of my great great grandparents moving to the USA from Poland.
From the funny personality of my dad every day.
The camera roll of my mom, and photo albums stored away, Funny sayings on the wall give us laughs when we need them the most.
From sunsets at Deri Delight and sunrises on my bike. I am from the green, beautiful, wonderous city of Aurora.
Where I’m From
By ExmarI’m from La Virgencita blanket,
From El Milagro tortillas and Fabuloso laundry detergent. I am from the loud two story white house with chipped paint and spots of moss,
(The house with a big backyard which held all the family reunions, the big dusty attic that made me cough every time.) and the long narrow stairway that takes a “decade” to get up.
I am from the four pine trees my dad cut down because they blocked off all the sunlight,
(Big tall with lots of branches to climb and scary in the night as the branches moved with the wind.)
I’m from playing loteria while the arrachera is done and the athletic family that always travel around the U.S because of soccer,
From my brother, Denzel and my grandma, Alicia.
I’m from the watching the Champions League every time there's a game and the competitive, friendly soccer games my brother and I played against my dad and sisters.
From getting told Se te va aparecer el diablo whenever I didn't go to sleep on time
and As caso if I didn't do something my parents told me to do.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and my parents from Durango, Mexico. My grandma's tamales every holiday, My tia’s delicious pozole.
From the time my brother and I were riding a golf cart in the dark forest and it ran out of gas making us push it back to the campsite.
The time where my brother fell off a tree and we all laughed it off.
Where I’m From
By FernandoI am from getting told not to sit in front of the TV, from the white foldable chairs and tables that we always take out when the family gathers together.
I am from a quiet white house on the corner of the street.
From the beautiful flowers my grandma takes care of, to the tree stump of the cut down tree that towered over the houses, to the tempting tamales my grandma makes for our big family.
I am from chiles in our garden that my mother and grandma have planted since the first day we moved to our home.
I’m from the aunts and cousins that are always ready for a visit, To overly selfless parents and aunts that get into arguments where one person wants to pay.
From my parents, Cristina and Fernando.
I’m from the little cousins needing to be babysat and attended while their parents are busy and how we all listen to Grandma and treat her to things she has never been able to have.
From the selfishness of my grandpa and how many times he cheated and told to not be like him. and how my father’s mom was married at 13, exactly the age I was when I met her.
I’m from the church of Saint Nicholas, where we go every Saturday.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and my ancestor from Mexico, Carnitas and tamales that we make when we get together.
From the hard work my grandma did in Mexico to feed her children.
to the way my mom and aunts went to school crossing fields of land.
From the dolls my late aunt had when her brain stopped developing,
I am from Aurora, Illinois.
Where I’m From
By FabianI am from the blue Nike soccer balls I always lose, From yellow Lysol lemon smelled cleaning spray, the white mop that's always by the garage.
I am from all the kids by Banana Split shouting.
The long line, the loud kids, smelling of bananas smells new.
I am from the green grass, yellow plants, bright green flowers, from going to parties on Saturday,
From Fernando and Araceli.
I’m from the going to California every year before Covid happened and going to the mall with friends.
From If you don't cover up your toes when you sleep, someone will get you and Sleep early or someone will get you.
I’m from falling asleep on homework, getting tired quickly.
I’m from Aurora and my mom Araceli’s good pozole, Lays with valentina.
From the time my brother Andres went to Indiana for fireworks.
The time my Uncle Adrian took me to where he grew up in Chicago and California where we would always see our cousins.
Where I’m From
By GiovanniI’m from from Adidas soccer ball,
From Cocoa Pebbles and Prairie Farms milk.
I am from the very clean kitchen
Smooth white tile floor, Clean marble countertop, The smell of rich coffee.)
I am from ash trees, Tall and a lot of leaves.
I’m from my Grandpa's birthday and loving soccer, From Fernando and Valentin.
I’m from the wanting Cane’s everyday and always wanting to go out, From no milk for cereal and no sandwich bread left.
I’m from the cross on my necklace, that is the color gold.
I’m from Mercy Hospital
The red and small strawberries, green and refreshing apple slices.
From the Dad that worked hard to get where he is now, working hard at a young age.
The short and old sister, The bright and huge place called New York city, and the smell of rich flavors around me.
To the watch that my grandpa always had that he always wore which made it helpful for him to know when it was time to take something or go somewhere.
Where I’m From
By GuadalupeI’m from Fabuloso, from Ajax and Coca-Cola.
I am from South Broadway Avenue. (creaking floorboards, chipped wall paint, A broken window, a rocky driveway and a backyard full of fallen tree branches.)
I am from pear trees, with tree branches lowering to the ground because of the weight of the pears.
I’m from most of the family gatherings in our house and the curly hair of my mom.
From my mom Laura ******* and my dad Julio Cesar ****** ******.
I’m from the celebration of La Virgen de Guadalupe and El Día del Niño.
From Te miras bien bonita and En la torre!
I’m from sometimes going to church every Sunday, or watching a live video on Facebook from the church of México.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, Tamales and pozole rojo.
From the story my mom told me of when her dad was going back home while being drunk and saw La llorona. The back left corner of the drawer where my brother puts his long white socks and squared red, green, blue and gray underwear is where all the photos of my childhood are stored. Our family shares our heritage and memories to new family members so the Mexican traditions go on forever.
Where I’m From
By IsaacI am from Levis and muddy shoes from the backyard, From Dawn dish soap and toy soldiers.
I am from messy love, all stuck in one tiny house.
(The damp smell of the grass seeping in.)
I am from dandelion weeds yellow as the sun, clutching it in my hand.
I’m from loud happy christmas parties and big eyes. From my little brother and my mom.
I’m from the bizarre fights and the shows we all watch together, relaxing fun.
From Sit down! and Thank you Jesus for this day!
I’m from the crosses in my house and prayer candles, lit in the kitchen.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, soupa and grilled cheese.
The times my mom helped with my homework in third grade and when she made me delicious food, I could’ve eaten for days.
All on the walls and in the basement flooded with old photos
To teach about my family and about my past.
Where I’m From
By HenryI am from the pictures hanging in my walls of the dining room, From my mom, Dareli and my dad, Salvaldor.
I am from the trees that left their footprint in my yard. The extreme, smelly, cooked flavor of tacos in the afternoon.
From the shiny, watering garden,
From the tall house with little space.
I am from the big, fluffy, colorful bushes that are blooming in the morning.
I’m am the tallest tree in my family. I go to the big apple to see my grandparents every summer or winter.
I have the skin color of my mom the eyes of my dad.
From my little sister Dariana and the youngest one in the family Osvaldo. I’m from the Spanish speaking land. I am the protector of my siblings. From brushing my teeth or I get cavities and be smart as a dog.
I’m from the Sundays and Wednesday of church, the one hour talking.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and my parents from the land of Mexico,
From the delicious tacos, to the reddest tamales. From the my great grandpa who I never meet neither did he.
The only people that I can meet is grandparents and uncles, cousins. My family has a lot of items in the small house, but pictures are memories.
Where I’m From By Isabella
I am from BlueStem Circle with kids running and playing in the street, and the neighborhood cookouts with all the chairs and tables. From El Milagro masa de tamales and the sizzling oil on the grill.
I am from a white single family house with flowers filling my front yard, from the Bible in my parents room, To the shoes on the floor by the stairs in the house. I'm from the arrachera and al pastor smell on hot summer days.
I am from the dogwood that grows in my front yard where we used to climb up, Feeling the breeze in our hairs, my sister playing with every white flower blooming on it’s branches,
I’m from Christmas sleepovers at my aunt’s watching movies till 2 am and the homemade savory steak from my Tio Carlos.
From Argelia and Florencio ****.
I’m from AGT every Tuesday on summer nights and movie nights on Fridays, from Portate bien when I go out and Solo Dios sabe porque when I have a rough day.
I’m from a Christian family praying each night, I’m from Leon Guanajuato, and Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, from bunuelos on Ano Nuevo, and a homemade cake for our birthdays from my aunt.
From the family dates with grandma when we were kids and the funny jokes told from my uncle, I am from Aurora, Illinois and Mexico, from a line of Medranos, Antunez, Gonzalez, and *****, to Isabella Kailyn ****.
Where I’m From
By IzzyI’m from a purple bed, the kind that feels hard when you’re awake, but soft when you’re asleep,
From H&M and a mall filled with freezing air.
I am from a yellow house, with black painted pots as the color is washed out, and a porch with flowers engulfing their surroundings, and windows open to the world around.
I am from Moon Flowers, creating myself with difficulty as I grow, as the pale white petals spread together, and a yellow star facing me from it’s center.
I am from celebrating the Mexican Independence Day, as my red dress flows with every step I take, making every movement graceful as it all flows around me.
From my tough family, Caroline and Crystal.
I’m from the constant reminder I must be succeeding, and expect nothing but the best from me.
From Get your stuff together and Stay on top of it this year. My body is from Aurora, Illinois, but my existence lingers in Puerto Rico, Mexico, and maybe other places of the world, as well.
From mouth watering lasagna and freshly made Puertorican rice.
From the two strong women who both raised five kids alone.
From the hard worker who built himself a family, As my existence lingers in many homes filled with family, as every photo is neatly put together, charting down every beautiful memory you can take.
The gold necklace that cost work and money engraved onto every chain and the cross on the very bottom. The importance of every daughter, every son. We as a family had made it this far, so why stop now?
Where I’m From
By JalenI am from cooking carne asada outside, From corn oil and long grain white rice.
I am from the big green yard, the trampoline, the blue and red swing and the oval shaped pool where we had our family parties.
Where I learned to swim and where my cousins and I raced many times across the yard.
(The little elementary school down the street, where I would walk with my cousin.
Riding my bike down by the fox river, while my mom ran for 2 miles.)
From taking car rides down Douglas Road to get ice cream, while listening to music as loud as a horn.
I am from the big green tree, where the yellow rope hangs from the broken swing.
I’m from making tamales every Halloween.
My family being brave, hardworking and very tall.
From my busy mom and my thoughtful grandpa.
I’m from having some anger issues
And always yelling at the tv when a team doesn’t score.
From Come help over here and I’ll think about it.
I’m from the Virgin Mary
And the cross necklace.
Praying before meals.
Going to church on Christmas morning and Easter Sunday.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois!
Being half Mexican and half Black.
I’m from the hot pozole during the cold winter, Steak tacos with cilantro through all four seasons.
From my uncles who were in the military.
Who now work for the City of Aurora,
How my grandma was adventurous, energetic and pretty.
And when she got sick she was simply-minded, stubborn and worried.
I am from learning to do a lot of things for people at a young age.
Being hard-working and helpful.
From Wisconsin and Aurora where our family reunions were.
I am from God bless us and our food.
Where I’m From
By JacobI am from the tamales my ma always makes on a special day, From ma making me chocolate milk, and from the Fabuloso I smell everywhere.
I am from the colorful, beautiful and flowery big white house, From the red bridge that is fading in color every year, from the park a block away that me and my sisters would always play volleyball.
From ma making the most spiciest pozole ever.
I am from the very big purple bush that I picked for my ma’s garden to the daisies
I would protect for my sister Daisy.
I’m from playing loteria on Christmas Eve and from my family always getting together whenever they can.
To me and my two sisters Isabella, and Chilly having the same thumbs as my dad and to me and my sister Daisy having the same personality as my mom Berenice.
From Chilly always fake hitting me and from my mom and dad always laughing at me for being the only guy in the family. From my Tia Ara always trying to take time for me so we can spend time together.
I’m from the sarcasm my dad always makes to the point where I don't know if he's serious or not, and from the tv shows I always watch with my sister while drinking chocolate milk.
From my mom always telling me You'll be late to school, and from my sister telling me to take out the garbage before I go and if I go vas a ver. I’m from my mom Berenice making me get up everyday for church.
from my dad Aron asking me what I'm going to wear because I always wear something casual, not something dressy.
I'm from The Great land of freedom, from the Mexican heritage passed down from generation to generation.
From the white rice my dad Aron makes with butter, from the posole my ma Norma makes that I LOVE.
From the butterfly kisses my Tia Ara whenever I go to sleep. From all of my family pictures my mom Berenice has in her phone.
From the big rice pot my ma Norma got from my great grandma that got it from her mom and she always makes eyeballing Mexican rice.
Where I’m From
By JasleneI am from the pink rosary gifted to me from my mother, From the lavender Fabuloso, and the cold tortillas in the kitchen.
I am from a small, gray home
(Small yet loud, loud yet also quiet, A home that smells like freshly baked bread)
I am from the rosy lily’s in my mother’s garden
With a soft but bold color of pink.
I’m from all of the quinceaneras that were thrown, To baking cakes with my sister early in the morning.
From my older brother Alan and my older sister Edith,
I’m from the family gatherings almost every week and taking hundreds of pictures every holiday.
From hearing Te amo every morning and Te portas bien when going out with friends.
I’m from going to St. Nicholas some Sundays, and from going to rosarios with my tia.
I’m from Aurora, and from both Durango and Monterey.
From the carne asada my parents always make, and el queso fresco my mom buys every summer.
From the time I found out my brother was getting married
To my cousin moving to North Dakota and adopting a cat. To going to Phillips Park and looking at all the perfect flowers while taking pictures with them,
To that pink and black jacket my grandma gave me, that was the last thing I ever received from her before I found out she died.
Where I’m From
By JavierI am from rosca de reyes and pozole, from the lavender scented Fabuloso and Clorox bleach. I am from the broad oak tree towering over my house, its leaves blooming in the summer, diminishing in the winter.
The blue paint peeling off the house, getting older as I was.
(Birds chirping, wind whispering, squirrels squeaking.)
I am from the radiant golden dandelions, the glowing yellow of the flower contrasting the green of the grass like the orange sun in the bright blue sky.
I’m from tamales on Christmas (the warm soft and flavorful carne stuffed inside.)
Also from giant birthday parties where we stay up until the sun vanishes and the moon takes its place.
From Aleyda, my caring, intelligent, and optimistic Mom, and Javier, my brave, courageous, and hard working Dad.
I’m from the family that is always working hard to provide for their family, from the family that always supports you.
From Ahorita nos vamos when we were at a party at the crack of dawn.
And Dime el chisme when there was gossip to talk about. I’m from Prayer Candles that my Mom buys from the Mexican store.
Also from praying before we eat anything as a family.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, the place which my grandparents Fernando and Maria chose to be their home.
From El Milagro tortillas which we cooked on a comal, and El Paso carnitas we all ate every Sunday in the afternoon, From the family get-togethers on a Friday where I meet all my distant relatives.
The pride, thoughtfulness, and kindness from my parents
And from the blue house on the corner of the street where we would see vendors and ice cream trucks pass by.
From the stories, heirlooms, and generations of hardworking people and family, this is why I write this poem.
Where I’m From
By JesusI’m from luscious milk cartons, From El Milagro tortillas and Arm & Hammer detergent.
I am from the dazzling riverside (whispering ripples, swaying fishing lines, the aroma of blooming flowers and the sight of prancing deer.)
I am from enticing red roses, spiky as an enraged hedgehog.
I’m from delicious tamales on Christmas and quite crazy antics throughout the year. From my eccentric cousins Kevin and Ana. I’m from the fascinating dinner discussions and outgoing hospitality.
From Hold your horses and Te conozco, mosco.
I’m from a lack of religion, no interest in it.
I’m from Aurora and **** family, Astoundingly delicious carnitas, scrumptious tacos and delectable pozole.
From the time my sister slammed a car door on her nail, The moment my cousin’s flight was canceled for the 3rd time in a row.
In the closet hiding inside a wall distant memories can be forgotten easily if not taken care of.
Where I’m From
By JazmineI am from the vibrant flower infested house, From strong lime scented Fabuloso and soft smelling Downy on fresh clean laundry.
I am from the lovely front flower lawn, (pleasing, beaming, and the heavenly smell of fresh pure flowers.)
I am from the massive white magnolia trees. The white flower petals falling and covering the cement path and getting pasted to the bottom of my shoes.
I’m from waking up to the Cepillin birthday song being blasted in my ear when it was my birthday and the dim brown eyes my father gave me.
From Jenny and my pa Raul and my ma Beatriz. I’m from talking over each other as we couldn’t wait for our turns and losing our temper as someone gets too irritating. From being told Echale ganas whenever we felt down on something, and Te amo everytime we were isolated from each other.
I’m from religious candles all over the house, as I inhaled the burning incense all throughout my house. I’m from Aurora, Illinois, and Mexico (Pachuca and Michoacan), Verde enchiladas, quesadillas.
From the support from Jenny, freely talking about anything with her running threw my mind.
The support of my ma always showed up to my games and my pa always checking up on me when I was unhappy.
The apartments are a particularly memorable place for me, my whole childhood flashes through my head when we pass by there every once a couple of months.
Where I’m From By
JocelynI’m from small red walls,
From Milagro tortillas and the fragrant smell of Fabuloso.
I am from the street called 2nd Avenue.
(A big blazing yard, tiny house, a tire swing at the biggest tree, and the gas station called Primos down the large, busy street.)
I am from looking out the window, children playing and screeching, rumbling down the street from many of the trucks passing by. (The street being lifeless and old.)
I am from humongous oak trees beside sidewalks.
(The oak trees being almost as big as water slides.)
I’m from going to church every Sunday and having big beautiful brown eyes.
From my mother, Esther, and Jose, my grandfather.
I’m from the excitingly fulfilled birthday parties in our backyard and get-togethers for holidays.
From Dios te bendiga and Sleep with all the little angels.
I’m from Potters House Church, with family and friends all around comforting us while praising the Lord every Sunday.
(Potters House Church being welcoming and feeling at home.)
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Michoacan, Mexico.
From Conchas and Sopa de Fideo.
From the times my mother said Te portas bien everytime I went to hangout with friends, The cackling of my grandpa while he’s staring at the gleaming T.V.
From going to large parks when the sun is beaming down on us.
Looking at old pictures to the point where they are crisp and embracing all of the good memories our family has had from generation to generation.
I am from the ****** family.
Where I’m From
By JocelynI am from broken toys after parties, From the minty scent of lavender Fabuloso and the Lemony Pine Sol.
I am from in front of El Güero, behind the stores we ran to get ice cream from.
(A dusty cramped porch with peeling brown paint that wasn't nearly cared for as much as it should have been, dark green swing sets well loved every summer, and the constant smell of laundry detergent and perfume wafting through the air.)
I am from tall dogwood trees that have followed me since before I can remember that rained flowers every spring like snow on the floor with every blow of the wind.
I’m from staying up late every Christmas just to open presents and dark brown hair that shines red in the bright sun, matched beautifully with dark brown eyes that look light in the sun, From Alejandra Leon ******* and Agustin ********.
I’m from helping siblings out when they’re tired or sick and Sunday movie nights.
From No hay amigos, nomas familia y ponte las pilas.
I’m from church every Sunday trying to memorize verses, praying for family especially when things got scary.
I’m from Zacapu, Michacán in Mexico, Tamales made with love, tortillas made with laughter over the stove.
From the times I had to help my brother or sisters feel better by being there for them even when I was so tired, And the crushing moment someone told me they wanted to end their life which felt stuck in time, the aif felt humid and the words hung in the air.
The small watch box filled with polaroids and plane and train tickets hidden in between the photo albums filled with cut up yellowing pictures memories that if lost won’t be remembered.
Where I’m From
By JoshuaI’m from planting jitomates outside our house, To making salsa verde and selling the chiles we plant outside our house, I am from the loud blue house near the corner.
From the Pinale being dropped over the floor, to the Ajax on the stove,
The scent of burning chiles on the stove that makes you cough.
I am from the sunflower grown outside my house to seeing the bees go on them and suck out the nectar. I’m from celebrating Day Of the Dead and using zapatito blanco to find out who the seeker is in hide and seek.
From my cousin Ivan and my brother Charlie.
I’m from the family sending Tik Toks to one another and laughing while we cook outside, From Ve lavar los trastes and Ve comprale algo para tu hermano. I’m from the family of having pictures hung up, to having pictures of family member when they were younger. I’m from the City of Lights and having birthdays with family, From pozole verde, to flautas with potatoes in them.
From the La Llorona and El Cucuy
To the straight and wavy hair my family and I have. The Sunken Garden near Phillips Park and pictures of my grandparents. These are important because the memories we made with them will always be remembered.
Where I’m From
By JorgeI am from pans in the oven and plastic grocery bags under the sink, from Chocolate Abuelita and Jaritos of all flavors.
I am from the trampoline in the backyard where my cousin fell and almost got injured when we were little.
(Old, broken and sketchy that every time you jumped on it you feared it would break as you heard the springs screeching.)
The big backyard where every night you would see hundreds of fireflies, running around chasing them like if they were prey, laughing and having a good time with my cousins.
The smell of carne asada on the grill and the making of fresh handmade tortillas.
I am from the homemade swing on the oak tree, The oak tree, old like my ancestors, but strong like a rock. I’m from gathering every Christmas with over 200 of my family members and singing to baby Jesus. Eating fresh tamales and barbacoa, drinking delicious hot ponche and atole, Which warms you up on the cold winter nights.
From dark hair and brown eyes, From Celia ******, my mom and Jorge ********, my dad.
I’m from everyone dancing at family parties, and having a good time joking around and chismeando. From Echale ganas, todo es posible si te lo comprometes as my parents and tios would give me and my cousins advice to never give up and work hard, and AGUAS every moment before a disaster.
I’m from going to Sagrado Corazon de Jesus church on the weekends and spending time with my family right after.
From the altar in the house, and from religious figures around the house.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, but my blood is from Guanajuato and Ciudad de México, Mexico, Carne asada y arroz con frijoles.
From the time my mom was carrying my tia when they were little and then they fell and both got scars of glass. The time where my dad grew up with his brother and at 12 rented his own room.
From the time I went to Mexico to visit my mom's roots and visited my grandparents.
Family is what surrounds you, family is your base, it’s where you come from. Family is what forms us and what will always be with us. We need to keep the stories and traditions alive for our future families of our own.
Where I’m From
By JuanI’m from the strong smell of Fabulso on the ground, being overpowered by the smell of the burning chiles that my mom cooks in the middle of summer.
From tamales during the freezing winter and carne asada in the blazing summer heat.
I am from a home of rough, half-chipped brick with tall, damp weeds growing all over trying oh too hard to be beautiful.
I am from the rare 4 leaf clovers found in the front yard Trying to survive in a semi dry lawn, shining with its beautiful green color as a four leaf clover does.
I’m from the random cookouts I was and will be invited to as a child and a growing teen
To my whole family laughing over something that they find amusing.
From my cousin Ismael here in America
To Angel, my other cousin who moved back to Mexico.
I’m from the hysterical laughing from one simple sentence
And the amazing warm and delicious food at the random cookouts and parties.
From being told to Never hate someone even though life proves that it’s a near impossible task to be done and having to love everyone in the name of God because of my religion.
I’m from going to church on some Sundays and a year or two in church school
to years later barely going out to church due to a pandemic.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, yet the blood flowing through my veins is straight from Mexico.
From the burning carne asada, to the warm and spicy chorizo fresh out the heat.
From the time my Dad’s ear was bloodily bit off by a dog at a family party.
The almost near death of my cousin almost foolishly slipping off a slightly wet roof.
From the boxes in my closet with photos of me as a kid, The houses that I pass, reminding me of the memories I have with my cousins.
To remember all of the things I had as a kid, The friends and the family.
To remember this for the older me to never forget my roots and my tendencies.
Where I’m From
By JulianI am from the sun beaming weekends.
From the amazing enmoladas mom always makes and the fruity jarritos that I beg to get.
I am from the store I bike to by the mail.
As I feel the wind breeze through me, and my legs speed through the pedals.
I feel the silky fur of my dog.
I am from the big scary willow tree that I flew around every time.
I’m from eating delicious lasagna on holidays and the hysterical laughter from my padrino.
From Tio Raymond and Tio Juan.
I’m from the soccer nights and the refreshing drinks.
From the names my family calls me like Pollo or Guedo and It's okay, mijo.
I’m from Sacred Heart Church, and the minutes before a New Year ehen we pray.
I’m from Los Angeles, California the delicious watermelon, and the popsicles in every picture.
From the fun laughter at Knotts Berry Farm. The songs at the family get-together.
I'm from the soft silky beanies my aunt makes.
Where I’m From
By JulianI’m from the phone sitting on the bed waiting for eternity just to get charged, From Apple and Samsung.
I am from a house as blue as the Atlantic.
(My little backyard, and the large field behind it. Feels like someone is calling me through the never ending fields.)
I am from the roses in my front yard that gleam as bright as the sun in day, and as shadowy as an owl at night.
I’m from celebrating Cinco De Mayo and watching fireworks on the 4th of July to see who can count the most fireworks fired.
From my dad and mostly raised by my mom.
I’m from the extremely loud house that is never silent, and from a family who doesn’t sleep just like NYC.
From Never get too attached to people because nothing lasts forever and Never let anyone tell you who you are or what you can be.
I’m from going to Calvary Church in Naperville on Sundays and attending my church classes.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, same as my dad, while my mom and grandparents are from Jalisco, Mexico.
From eating my tia’s tamales every Christmas, and the elote from La Chiquita because these are events that I hold dear to me.
From the time I was worried about how to get home because my dad’s car ran out of fuel while near the gas station.
The time my little dog, Frankie, ran out of the house as fast as the flash, all the way to a fire hydrant, next to the street because he wanted us to play with him.
All my memories sealed inside of one digital device that could be erased like lead.
Heirlooms are important to family because it represents who you are and where you come from and that you're never alone.
Where I’m From
By JuditI’m from warm Mexican blankets on a cold breezy winter, From alphabet soup that my mom made on a rainy day after school and the chocolate de la abuelita she made on the weekends.
I am from a dark blue house with enough space for my family, (pretty bushes and nice gardening outside at front, grassless spots in our back yard from bunnies eating our grass and my dog digging in the dirt.)
It's bright, small but noticeable, with the sound of my dog barking at every small noise he doesn't recognize and my dad's loud music.
I am from the red tulips , pink cyclamen, white and yellow daisies.
The red tulips that bloom every spring that shine as bright and as bold as a new red lipstick.
I’m from celebrating every Christmas morning at my grandma’s house and my dad’s thick hair, my mom's dark brown hair, and my dad/’s long curly lashes
From my father Oscar ********* and Maria **** my mother.
I’m from the early Sunday church morning and eating out for breakfast after church at Denny’s or IHop.
From Te va agarrar el cucuy and Te va a llevar la llorona trying to scare me as a way to get me to behave.
I’m from really strict Catholic parents, having to go to church every Sunday morning at 8:00 am on the dot.
I’m from where I was born in Melrose Park, Illinois and my religious Mexican parents.
From fresh baked and slightly burned homemade empanadas and hot red tamales.
I'm from the mom that went to college and studied for what she wanted to be and got her diploma, and my hard working dad that worked with his dad on their ranch in Mexico.
From pictures and the old red camera that keeps all the memories of younger me that I don't remember by memory, reminding me to live the moment instead of always wondering about the future because out of nowhere you're already in your last year of middle school and those memories from years ago are already disappearing from your memory.
Where I’m From
By KimberlyI am from deep cleaning every Sunday,
From Fabuloso and Ajax.
I am from a white, loud house
And a small store full of snacks right across of my house, and squeaky floor every time you walk on specifics places, In front of my loud house is a big oak tree a couple feet away from a small dogwood tree.
I am from four green bushes and three yellow blooming sunflowers.
I’m from celebrating Mexico's Independence Day, From my mom Paula’s curly hair
From my sister Destiny and To my other sister Alexa.
I’m from the chilling every Saturday with all my cousins, tias, and tios, walking to McDonald’s on Union Street everytime we got hungry
From getting called Chappara by my Dad and getting called Yuil by my older sister and mom.
I’m from wearing my Virgencita necklace everywhere I go, to sculpture of the cross hung up on my living room wall.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Mexico.
From fire camarones ala diabla that my mom makes and green tamales that my grandma makes.
From the time me and my cousins got chased by my neighbors big pit bull
And the short height of my dad.
I am from the losses of my family and from the newborns, I am proud of where I come from.
Where I’m From
By LuceroI’m from Zote soap from Fabuloso and pots.
I am from the red brick house (tiny, big windows, fluorescent full of plants.)
I am from pink and white crabapple trees blooming sweet aroma throughout the neighborhood.
I’m from eating 12 grapes on New Years and wavy long hair passed on from my mother’s side of the family, From Angelica and Angeles.
I’m from the family recipe book and sarcasm and laughter from Te calmas o te calmo and Behave well or that stranger will take you away.
I’m from lack of religious, beliefs no certain focus of religion. I’m from Aurora, Illinois and the city of Tamazula in the state of Jalisco in Mexico, chile de árbol, pozole.
From the flavourful sweet cookies, bread and pastries. Instead of being able to attend school, my dad had to work for the money needed to purchase new shoes and clothing, the giggling of blue lips and tongues from our stop at the little corner store on North Root Street.
Where I’m From
By LaylenI am from laundry bags, From Zote and Fabuloso.
I am from the smooth concrete driveway at my house and the multiple cars on my driveway, (whom most of us never use.)
I am from crabapple and eastern red cedar trees that when I walk home drops fruits on my head.
I’m from going to Indiana every July 4th and my family's curly hair, From my mom Isela and my dad Sergio.
I’m from the time me and my family spend Christmas at my uncle's house, And my family making a big deal out of everything, From being told to stop being clumsy, and to always pay attention to school.
I’m from going to church every few months.
I’m from Bolingbrook, Illinois and Mexico City, Lentejas and sopes.
From the time my aunt's legs almost got amputated because of an earthquake.
The death of my Grandma Maria, And the memories on Liberty Street.
Where I’m From
LuciaI am from the pictures all over our house and doing my prayers before bed.
From El Milagro tortillas in every meal and Vaporub when I’m sick.
I am from a small but spacious apartment, the big oak tree in the front, the old rusted metal fence, and the smell of lavender Fabuloso when you first walk in.
I am from the tulips in our front garden that only last three days and the hierba buena that fills the entrance of our house with a recognizable aroma.
I’m from jet brown eyes and hazelnut hair.
From Rocio.
I’m from going to church every Sunday at 12:00 p.m. without excuses,
And family movie nights on Saturdays or Sundays.
From “Pon las cosas en manos de Dios”
Whenever we feel that our world is going to collapse and “No se cierren el mundo” when we don't ‘think outside the box’.
I’m from a very religious Catholic family.
I’m from Michoacan, Mexico.
I’m from conchitas with chocolate abuelita to gansitos with a banana-chocolate Nesquik milkshake for breakfast.
From a persevering single mother who wants her daughters to be just like her, if a door closes, open a window.
Knowing that in every obstacle there is always going to be a way to push forward.
To speak when we don't like something, and to always believe in ourselves no matter the opinions of the people around us.
From the pictures unseen under the mattress to remember us when we strongly believed that our lives were complete.
Where I’m From
By LuisI am from the trails I would ride my bike on, From the gravel outside my house and the smell of my dad's job.
I am from the long driveway my dad picks me up from on the weekend.
(The long driveway with cracks and a lump, from the porch I walk up from everyday after school.)
From my dog underground and my dog above ground, playing up there and playing down here.
I am from the flowers my mom cuts to put in the house, blooming like a firework.
I’m from conquian and loteria, From Francisco and Johanna.
I’m from the doors of houses you can’t open because of being full with memories, the big four, and the midi fries I would share with Mely. From hating banda to absolutely loving it, and the Katy Perry music that gives me the ability to time travel.
I’m from pescado frito to the carne asada, with the scent of smokiness and squinting my eyes because of the beaming sun.
I’m from Ecuador and Guatemala.
From the tinga to the tamales and to estofado.
From the dislocated elbow Tia Rosa gave me. The way my mom's heart dropped when she heard.
I am from Walgreens where we print out all of our memories. Giving us the chance to smile and laugh together to remember.
Where I’m From
By MadelineI am from melted paletas from the ice cream shop down the street, From Tide detergent and Yankee candles.
I am from the small house covered in flowers that's a block away from the high school.
I'm from the pink swing playset in the backyard next to the garage full of tools, and the garden full of bright ripe fruits and veggies waiting to be harvested. I am from the red roses and lilies planted right in front of my house making the house stand out very nicely.
I’m from the stockings my mom would use every Christmas and the family gatherings on almost every holiday. I'm from brown hair and brown small round eyes. From Rocio and Edgar.
I’m from the long line of bad eyesight and being tall. From my mom saying Cause I said so when I asked why she said no and I’ll get it for you next time when I wanted a toy from the store.
I’m from praying before important dinners at big fancy restaurants or in the city Chicago.
I’m from Edgar and Rocio born in Aurora, Illinois where my grandparents came from Durango, Mexico. From having elotes and posole when family came over or when we would go to the park to walk while we eat the elotes.
From the first time I went to Six Flags with my cousin Delayna and we rode almost all the fastest rides we could possibly go on and how we both got scared on the biggest roller coaster.
The time me and my cousin Bryanna would make little imaginary potions out of colorful flowers, glitter, and water. I am from going to pumpkin patches with my family and eating the warm glazed donuts and vanilla ice cream and spending time together as a family making more new memories each year we go.
Where I’m From
By MarcelI am from sparkly and rough Coca Cola. From crunchy and cheesy Doritos and a black, pristine Mongoose bike.
I am from a discolored yellow house, Clear front yard and a cozy feeling when entering.
I am from the smell of the pastelillos being fried in the kitchen from my room.
I am from the pine tree in front of my house, standing tall like no one else.
I’m from every big and every small holiday with my family and thick rough hair.
From Marisol and Angel.
I’m from all the yelling in any situation and making jokes no matter what.
From Con ganas! (with effort)! and Eso (like that).
I’m from church every Sunday at St. Nicholas and being bored while listening to the priest.
I’m born in Aurora, Illinois but my blood is from Jalisco, México and Comerio, Puerto Rico.
From carne asada once every month with my cousins and tostadas con crema with my mom.
From my dad being able to fix anything including the floor of my whole house,
To the intelligence, which helped her be the only one in my family to graduate college, and accomplishments of my mom.
I'm from an altar with my grandmother’s pictures and her old urn,
And the slight light that comes with hope from her candles.
Where I’m From
By MarianaI am from red roses on the dining table, from Lavender Fabuloso and Spring Renewal Febreze. I am from the big cream house. (With a small backyard that my parties were at, and the old benches in the sidewalk, and the smell of Lysol on the first floor of my house.)
I am from the apples as red as my dog’s collar, my mother planted for caramel apples for my birthday. I’m from playing tag and conquian, from using Zapatito Blanco and Not it to see who it is and who passes the cards around the big six person table. From my cousin Allison and my cousin Jovan.
I’m from the long walks with my dogs in the big green Sunset Park, and the Friday movie nights with my lights on my couch. From being told to always make family matters come first before anything and to try my best at everything because it might have a good turnout.
I’m from having my First Communion, and only seeing my Godparents three times a year. I’m from Rush Copley and the Ciudad de Mexico, from really greasy pambazos, and red pozole. From the time I had to sleep with my cousin for two nights in October because my grandma was in the hospital, The time my mom had surgery and we had to blend all of the food in the blender so that she could eat The memories in the Buckingham Fountain and sitting at the edge to feel the breeze over the water.
The Virgin Mary we have on the edge by my small wood kitchen that was brought to my dad from my grandma before she left Mexico.
Where I’m From
By MarielI am from la plancha, the silver plancha that can heat up like a flame, from Decoart paint and Sewology sewing kits from Hobby Lobby.
I am from the green house on the corner of South Kendall Street and Zeigler Avenue, (Tiny home and a huge yard, with a flower and vegetable garden.)
I am from tulips to orchids to lavender, all which are beautiful with bright and vibrant colors as bright as the sun.
I’m from doing a white elephant with tons of family on Christmas Day and huge family gatherings that are as loud as a fire alarm. From mom’s famous cooking and my brother’s gaming channel.
I’m from the tendency to go everywhere carnivals, restaurants, and parties.
From playing sports like volleyball and long hard hours of dance that have been going on since I was two. From Set up the table and Hurry up we are late.
I’m from going to church every Sunday, Wednesday, and occasionally Tuesdays. From church events and devotionals everyday.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and a long line of Mexicanos, Tamales with rich flavor and a tint of spice, and the sweet, spongy, creamy, flan that my uncle makes sweet like sugar From the stories of mom’s harsh and difficult childhood The story of how my dad graduated high school, And the circle couch that holds most of our family pictures from 1977 to 2022.
I'm from all of the memories that are held in pictures and paper.
Where I’m From
By MatthewI’m from a soccer ball of which my dad picked up all those years ago that would later help to shape his life, From a dog collar still covered in it’s owner’s fur to the history stories filled with triumph such as the ones of Desmond Doss and The White Death.
I am from the small apartment in Glendale Heights and the newly sided house near the tall evergreens, (The old wooden fence, the spot where an elderly dog once slept, And the backyard where we played and where time faded away.)
I am from the tiger lilys in said backyard, The ones of which my sister was named after. I’m from loud Hispanic music and soccer players. From Miguel and Mireya *******.
I’m from the priceless years I have spent growing up with some of my favorite family members, my primos Danny and Diego and my brother Max, And the Your it and Found you!
From being told about the soon to be Mikkel And the If they can do it, then why can’t I? and the heartbreaking last night with our elder dog.
I’m from the Bible in my parent’s room to the little angels who watch over us at night.
From the hospital in downtown Aurora and a small town in a rural part of Mexico, and the rare occasions my abuela or mom makes tamales to the Rosca de Reyes pan and the bread of the dead during Dia de los Muertos,
To the soccer ball my brother has been kicking around for years to the small foam balls my littlest brother would occasionally throw around.
The old camera of which experienced the beginning of me and my siblings lives to the computer loaded with a collection of mementos of our youngest.
The house on the side of the curved road, filled with memories of our trips to Mexico, Trinkets showing how quick the time has gone by. The backyard that has a visible decade of running, jumping, playing, fighting, throwing, and kicking on it.
I’m from the small apartment in Glendale Heights where things first kicked off and where my family started.
Where I’m From
By MartinI am from coal smelling flashing fires, roofed with my father’s savory costillas
From the hours in my imagination playing with Shopkins and Lalaloopsy dolls.
I am from salty rough sweat dripping from my head down to my shoes as I kicked soccer goals
I am from the vibrant red hibiscuses that spoil you with every waft of their heavenly scent.
I am from the cracked streets and the rough rags that my grandpa happily called a bed.
I am from the heavy basket on my mother's head she wore selling tortillas to families at nine.
I'm from the crabapple tree at Gates that gardens inside jokes.
I am from a half uncle and a half aunt and a uncle who never got to be named.
I am from a grandma whose cancer stopped her from watching her children grow past five.
I’m from a dozen cloudy days where silencing tears were cried and deafening screams were heard living with the burdening fact that family reunions are only ever possible in graveyards, Saddened by loss yet told to keep going, Having to smile because there is nothing else to do.
I'm from the parties that last till midnight filled with dancing and banda.
I am from the hard working, From the people who never minded a little sweat, who never stopped until they were drowning in it. I'm from people who never used life as an excuse for sufferment.
I'm from the 14 golden metals that shined and clashed together when my mother took her seat in graduation.
I'm from the milk white smile on my grandpa's face every morning knowing so well that his hardships were paid back for through love.
I'm from the proud and the dedicated. I'm from dream chasers, workers with a little too much grit.
I am from a family tree that has had numerous attempts of getting cut down, Yet stands taller because of it.
Where I’m From By
MaxI am from the small city of Aurora,
From corn tortillas and the wet ground with Fabuloso.
I am from the white bricked house on Galena Road, the big five foot deep holes my dog dug to hide his toys.
(I can hear the neighbors dog barking at the squirrels, the pitbull chasing the squirrel around the yard trying to eat it.)
I am from the big ash trees on the side of the road, big green bright Ash trees, that looked like the texture was as hard as metal.
I’m from doing your first Communion by the age of 12, and always being late to parties, school, work, and events. From my mother Danae and my father Eduardo.
I’m from the big and loud Mexican decorated parties every weekend.
to every holiday we eat, we talk, we play board games.
From being told Dios esta contigo and Dios te acompañe.
I’m from the big white walls inside Sagrado Corazon Church, Family getting together to thank the Lord.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Mexico City.
Buñuelos tacos de asada
From the te comportas o ese señor te va llevar, The portate bien oh no sales a ningún lado, Going to Florida while I can hear kids screaming in the roller coasters.
Where I’m From
By MiguelI am from Catholic candles that are on my desk that smells like an old fashioned church.
From Dawn dish soap and Fabuloso in my kitchen drawer.
I am from family pictures on the wall on all the hallways throughout my house,
From the jokesters in the family, to the noisy songs in the morning,
From the air fresheners that send a distinct aroma of peaches and flowers.
I am from an African daisy in the backyard, and the tall Oak trees that are as hard as a rock but bumpy as a road in the front.
From the blossom blooming with purple and blue as bright as a rainbow.
I’m from the cookouts from the carne asada barbacoa with a mouthwatering smell and the camping trips to Wisconsin. To the brown eyes that run down my family's generation
From my my mother, Esmeralda, and stories of how Hard-working she was when she came to US
And from my father, Fernando, being thoughtful showing me the ways of being a mechanic.
I’m from the loud screams of my mom saying
Ya levantate nino flojo and from my Dads ear piercing music in the early afternoons.
From the El chamuco te va agarrar si no te estás en paz and from the tales of la llorona.
I’m from the wax of all the Catholic candles dripping down on the floor,
I'm from the sage my mother would cleanse the house with I’m from Aurora, Illinois a.d from the forest of South Dakota
From the juice of the pozole to the maza of the tamales.
From the stories of my father of how he suffered to give us a home, From the hand that my uncle lost to save our country in Afghanistan.
I am from the Ozark mountain in Arkansas.
I am from colorful LED lights all over New York City to the soothing sound of the Chicago River. From the little neighborhood of Liberty Street.
From the bracelet that was passed down to my father to me from my great grandfather,
From the name Emerald that was given to my mother from my grandma,
From a little emerald bracelet of generations.
Where I’m From
By NehemiahI am from junior size Under Armour footballs. From Clorox bleach and Maruchan ramen.
I am from a steep stair as tall as a pine tree in my front yard as high as the Willis Tower. (Brushes and trophies, a moist morning.)
I am from bushes and dead rose leaves falling from the tree. I’m from the Christmas tree with no presents, but a loving family.
From Stephen and Jeremiah telling jokes.
I’m from the camping once a year and family gathering.
From soda curing my sickness and my mom being Wonder Woman.
I’m from honor falling family member spreading their ashes in their favorite place.
I’m from Chicago, chicken alfredo and mac n cheese.
I'm from the family of 6 kids running in and out the door. The brother who plays football at Ellsworth Community College. The trophy case that has memories of accomplishments.
Where I’m From
By NathanI am from a red, squeaky couch, which sits in my room. From Dawn dish soap and Colgate toothpaste, two items we’ve used for as long as I can remember.
I am from the reddish brown shingles, dark cyan siding, a large and grassy front yard, the small metal house for cars, the backyard with swings and a slide, and even the rock next to the driveway.
(Big and hard, with many glittery stones inside of it. Also as smooth as a sack of sandpaper.)
I am from the large shrub in my yard, which is fairly prickly, and shaped like a teacup (It was trimmed that way).
I’m from baking mouthwatering cheesecake on Christmas Eve, and being united.
From Prudencia and Guilivaldo.
I’m from watching all kinds of family movies at night together and eating lunch and dinner together as a family.
I’m from Te amo and Estoy muy orgullosa de ti.
I’m from Christianity, and we pray almost every night.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Mexico.
I’m from red and spicy enchiladas, and delicious chilaquiles, both prepared by my mom.
From my brother having juvenile arthritis, from which he never gave up, even in the hardest of times.
I’m from my home, the place where all the items from our past are stored, helping me and my family remember bits of the past.
Where I’m From By Nestor
I am from carne asada tacos with the smell of the seasoned meat cooking, From Air Jordan shoes and Empire jeans.
I am from a yellow house with beautiful smelling flowers with the big green backyard, the smell of fresh cut grass hitting my nose. With the heavenly smell of the Fabuloso across every room in the house, with the amazing bike trail straight from my house (the smell of dirt from the moist ground.)
I am from the tomatillos my dad plants to make delicious salsa that is as hot as the sun.
I’m from going on family road trips and seeing the beautiful blue sky and going on the sandy beach where you can hear the birds chirp and water being splashed.
From celebrating Christmas hearing my family exited, Christmas music playing delicious pan dulce being served as warm as a hot cake,
From my sister, Valeria and my Shih-tzu, Bimbo.
I’m from going out to eat breakfast every Saturday. the smell of freshly toasted croissants
And making burgers for all of the family the amazing smell of the seasoned beef patties as they sizzle in the smokin hot griddle and the smell of caramelized butter toasting the shiny and soft brioche buns.
From Te va a agarrar el cucui and being terrorized all night and and being told one day that my grandmother was lifeless.
I’m from the lack of religion
I don't go to church every Sunday, but I always thank God for the amazing life he has let me live and the amazing people he has made me come across and the amazing family I have and I am really grateful for them.
I’m from Rush Copley Hospital and my mother, Maria, and my father, Nestor, my Grandmother Clementina, and my Grandfather Luis, Taquitos, enchiladas.
From the story of how my Dad came to the United States by himself at the age of 15 and took the sacrifice of not being able to see his mother ever again just for us to have a bright future.
I am from the amazing stories my uncle tells me about his times as a fighter when he was young.
All of the trophies my uncle has from winning many Mexican championships and some U.S. tournaments.
Where I’m From
By NoahI am from summertime cookouts where beef, peppers, and potatoes are plentiful,
From the Jenn-Air grill in my backyard and peach-flavored Clearly Canadian sparkling water.
I am from the soft, floccose gray rugs covering every room and the chilly gunmetal gray basement that would smell of lavender on laundry day.
I am from the colossal tree in my yard that houses squirrels and insects and generously provides me with shade on hot summer days
I’m from toughness, honesty, and Beggars Pizza on my birthday.
From Angel and Charles.
I’m from struggling to talk about our problems and our whispering being louder than our inside voices.
From C's aren’t good enough, to You’ll understand once you’re older.
I’m from Mass on Sunday mornings as well as the crackers and prune juice that my mother would give me pretending that it was bread and wine
I’m from Chicago, Louisiana, Jamaica, and Creole roots,
From my mother’s New Orleans style gumbo and my father’s barbecue ribs.
From the stories of my mom living in Louisiana where she first made her famous gumbo and my aunt talking about her adventurous experience in the United States Air Force.
From the rouge yarn in my room that sparkles like the ocean, and my spelling bee trophy representing my hard work that my father swore he would treasure for the rest of his life.
Where I’m From
By OliviaI am from the Alaskan pipeline statue gifted to us by our cousin, from Bounty paper towels and Dawn dish soap.
I am from a bright blue suburban house
Large and old but being remodeled slowly, (a rotting 6ft tall fence that is one bad storm away from disappearing, and a musty smelling basement that stores the extra nicknacks in our house.)
I am from the sky high walnut tree in the front yard
Whose fruit my brother and I would play with by using empty pop cans as bowling pins and the walnuts as bowling balls.
I’m from Christmas morning hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls and sarcasm galore,
From Emily ****** my mother and Ronald ****** my father. I’m from the loud overlapping voices of my family on Christmas
And the display of musical talents on Thanksgiving from my uncle playing the piano, my brother playing his saxophone, and singing like nobody's watching.
From If you’re going to do something stupid, do it smart and Embrace the suck.
I’m from no particular religion, holidays are treated as days for our family to get together.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and all over Europe.
Cream cheese and green olive sandwiches, and Mr. Zeke's chili are the foods of my childhood.
From the times my aunt said susshy eyes every time someone on tv kissed, and the time children threw candy at my father when he was serving in the Middle East.
The dozens of photo albums around my house and trinkets laying around.
Remind us of the times that have been and what has happened and where we were on this day all those years ago.
Where I’m From By Noe
I am from vapor rub containers, from Princess house pots and pans, and Tapatio glass bottles.
I am from a fenced home with a long dusty driveway and burgundy window shutters. (White, dull, and towering above us)
I am from bur oak trees so tall, gloomy, and coarse.
I'm from 12 grapes on New Years, wishing prosperity and success for every month.
From big dark umber eyes, and chocolate frizzy hair. From Norma Lydia Lucio *******, my mother, and Carlos *******, my father.
I'm from the strong, persevering family that never gives up and from the family that spends their time together. From the exciting announcement of a puppy and the news of my new brother and sister coming into my life.
I’m from church on Sunday, and praying day and night.
I’m from the City of Lights, Guadalajara Jalisco, and El Salvador, From pupusas de chicharron and tamales rojos.
From the loneliness that my immigrant father made us feel when he left to El Salvador for what seemed like a million years.
I am from the thousands of precious photo albums in my basement stacked like clean dishes in a cabinet.
Where I’m From
By RafaelI’m am from carne asada and corn forms, the wild flowers in the front lawn and a small bottle that is used to clean model railroad tracks.
I am from a two story house, Bumpy, moist dirt that is slowly losing its nutrients were plants once were
To the dusty small models I make.
I am from the wild mint plant, growing in pavement outside the flower bed.
I’m from the presents under the Christmas tree to the small table with the aroma of tamales and meat and vegetables, to the table where my family talks about politics.
From my Uncle Carlos and my Uncle Kocho.
I’m from the the jokes and laughs at a family meetings and at the dinner table and from how hard working my family is even with the smallest things.
From to always take care of my older sister who has autism and whenever I go some were to take care of myself.
From the Bible in my mom’s room to the small statute of the Virgin Mary, from my grandparents to my newborn nephew who have been Baptized I’m from seven blocks from Philips Park and four from a train bridge that has stood the test of time.
Tamales homemade and tacos that form a local restaurant
From my dad's side of the family jokes and them telling me stories when they were my age.
They tell me of our Aztec tendencies and of Mexico City. From the homework my dad and uncles had to try writing in Aztec to a statue that my grandma always goes to pray showing the generations to come about our culture.
Where I’m From
By RaulI am from large boiling pots that cook my favorite foods like crab and different kinds of soups,
From Bath and Body Works soaps that smell like maple ice cream scoops and Oxford loose leaf paper that felt airy.
I am from a house next to Spring Lake cemetery, (depressing, hull of sad and happy memories of loved ones.)
I am from hydrangeas that come alive in summer full with bright warm colors that liven the yard.
I’m from warm tamales on Thanksgiving that would help bring together my family and that taste flavorful and savory.
From glasses that my family have on our faces.
From my mom Valerie who is sweet as candy and my dad Raul senior who is strong and caring.
I’m from the fright of storms shared with parts of my family and tapping of fingers.
From Dad saying Make it happen and an Uncle saying to Make people smile.
I’m from not going to church, not being raised Catholic or Christian,
I’m from Aurora, Illinois, the closest community I know. Crab legs that make the kitchen smell like the ocean, and Apple Jacks cereal in the morning that get me ready for my day.
From the time my sister graduated top ten percent of her high school, which would then inspire me to try hard in school just like her.
The sweat and hard work that my dad spent building our house before I was born.
The gravel driveway of my grandparents house, who would take care of me when my parents worked, and is where it seemed to be as warm and comforting as a bakery.
Where I’m From
By ReginaI am from numerous picture frames all around the house, from Fabuloso and Ajax.
I am from the big and bright backyard. (the blazing sun, beaming beyond the plants and grass across the backyard.)
I am from bright and vivid flowers blooming each spring.
I’m from reuniting each Christmas or birthdays, from laughing at all of the jokes my cousins say, From Mom and Dad, both very hard working and do the most to make everything possible for us.
I’m from the many vacations in Mexico during summer and the rosca de reyes or Christmas gift exchange during winter.
From Si Dios quiere and Ponte las pilasx.
I’m from going to church every Sunday with my family, I’m from Aurora, Illinois as well as from Jalisco, Mexico, from the warm tamales and pozole during the holidays.
From the many laughs in the living room, the many hours that my mom and tias cooked Christmas dinner.
Every picture that has a special moment in time hung up in every step you take in the staircase. Those pictures bring back those nostalgic moments in everyone's life whether it was birthdays or even just simple pictures at the park.
Having those nostalgic and memorable moments to look at every day walking inside the house.
Where I’m From
By RickyI’m from tortilla makers.
I am from the smell of Fabuloso that meant time to clean and hot Cheeto dust on my fingers that would stain everything.
I am from big red brick walls on Grove Street. From being loud and acting lazy all day, The murmuring of those around me.
I am from tall apple trees with sour apples every summer, big, and full of green leaves.
I’m from Secret Santa and watching Disney movies on New Years with my sisters, parents, and sometimes our dogs.
I am from Irene ***** and Ricardo *****.
I’m from the chisme we tell each other and doing chores (I hate doing them).
From getting my first Android and getting two new chihuahuas.
I’m from First Communions, Saint Mary’s choir and community, the celebrations and excitement.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and from Jalisco, Mexico.
From the exquisite smell of burritos, and the mouth-watering taste of tacos de barbacoa.
From my sisters teaching me to ride a bike
To the curly hair my sisters have.
From Atotonilco El Alto, Jalisco, Mexico
To the Cirio from Mexico my aunt brought that we pray with that has been burning for a long time.
I am from hard working parents, the blood, the sweat, and the tears.
I am proud of who I am.
Where I’m From By Salem
I’m from the deer skulls hung on wooden plaques, From Gibson and Sweetwater.
I am from the stairs that always creaked progressively louder as I walked further up
From the old wooden house, red and white paint adorned, (Bushes as tall as the porch itself, with leaves as big as your head overgrowing onto the steps.)
I am from the crabapple tree in my backyard
With the berries I was always told I couldn’t eat and the soft pink flowers that only lasted for about a few weeks.
I’m from evil eye jewelry and music blasting late into the night. From Tia and Kris.
I’m from the hunting of deer and preserving of bones.
From Your great grandfather Wulfred played a fiddle and You should get into playing an instrument, too.
I’m from The Satanic Temple,
From the seven fundamental tenets and respect of human life.
I’m from an enormous city in Illinois and a country in Eurasia with the white moon and white stars.
I’m from buttery chocolate chip cookies that crumbled whenever you took a bite, crepes drizzled with flavorful chocolate and fluffy whipped cream.
From the nervousness of the car ride to the children’s mental hospital.
From the what seemed like millions of tattoos my parents have.
From First Fridays in downtown Aurora,
From what should not be forgotten,
From what should be celebrated,
From the old locket of memories, And the wishing tree.
Where I’m From
By SeanI’m from the broad tarnished pan always on the kitchen stove, from Adidas shoes and Reebok shirts.
I am from the now broken doorbell that made a chirp next to the step to the front door of the house, the two wide windows at the front that I used to peer outside, the dusty garage that always started our journeys using a small road to the main one, the small backyard we could never really use and the big bushes around the step that welcomed me back home (muted, faded, quiet whispers of the house luring me in.)
I am from jagged weeds in the yard that jabbed anyone who touched them that filled the small yard like a tall green jungle.
I’m from the soothing trips to Japan every year and hard-working family that work all day to take care of me and my brother, from Max, my outgoing dad and Jake, my smart little brother.
I’m from the kindness my family gifts to others and when my family cracks sarcastic jokes once in a while
From Be careful and You’re bright you just need to try.
I’m from Praying and burning incense at altars of loved ones who passed away, visiting my grandfather’s grave to pray once more.
I’m from Brooklyn, New York and the faraway lands of damp Japan and sweltering Malaysia, fluid Shuidan, father’s beef, potatoes and rice
From the the countless stories of my mom walking to school because of how much safer it is in Japan and my dad walking to school just because he’s very courageous
The Kind-hearted grandma who will love our family for eternity, the dusty containers scattered around the house which show the objects and memories of the past and the shelves that hold pictures of many more memories, or the photos my mom takes to remember every fond memory for eternity.
Family is forever so always remember those fond memories through your cherished items.
Where I‘m From
By SydneyThey say home is where the heart is, and for me that's the average blue house on Hinman Street.
Where two oak trees used to lie, now only the sky-scraping of the two is left.
In the yard sat three dogs, one as fluffy as a pillow and they always seemed to have a conversation with whoever passed by.
Where four kids used to play in the grass, constructing games with nothing but sticks and a playhouse. You see, I'm from shoe culture, Jordans filling a rack, never being allowed to get a single crease in my shoes.
The football games, where I’ve seen my brother score a million touchdowns.
Or pumpkin patches, the place I downed apple cider donuts like no one else and painting nights, while my mothers artistic skills soared and mine was like a bird without wings.
I'm from Saturdays spent in Chicago, visiting the Art Museum and Eleven City Diner. Or Sunday morning cleaning, the smell of Fabuloso always filling the air.
I'm from a military kid who spent years in Hawai’i, Guam, and Washington, and an average boy who knows nothing but the unwieldy buildings of Chicago and the corn fields of the Midwest.
I'm from the grandfather from Vietnam who never celebrated any of my birthdays,
or the grandma who never got to see the day I turned 13. I'm from poetry about nostalgia, that made me long for the days of my childhood.
Or Ex-Factor by Lauryn Hill, that made everyone get up and feel pure bliss.\ I'm from, I'm not your little friend or Bs are barely acceptable or, when I was your age and fix that attitude.
But I can never forget, Love you to the moon.
But these are the things that remind me of where I'm from.
The items, the sayings, the memories.
The good and the bad.
The things that made me who I am today.
Where I’m From
By Sofia
I am from the comal hidden in the stove storage full of dishes
From El Milagro and the crispy tortillas de maíz
I am from HomeTown where each house is a duplicate of the other
(Where parks are in every corner you go, the local ice cream truck passes by everyday in the summer, Where children gallop and cackle )
I am from tons of white pine trees, everywhere pointy and straight-trunked
I’m from saying goodbye with sincere hugs and kisses never knowing when well see each other again and the gleamy olive eyes passed on from my great grandpas European ancestry, From Salvador ******* and Mayra *******
I’m from the the family carne asada cookouts on the weekend
And speaking Spanish at home so we don’t forget our very own first language
From the Que dios te bendiga and Te quiero mucho mi chiquilla
Im from going to our Christian church every other Sunday singing and enjoying our times there
I’m from Mexico City and Aurora, Illinois,
The thick dough tlacoyos, and the sugary buñuelos from my favorite aunt
From the hanging finger from my grandpa, caused by a machete working in el rancho at a young age To the time my parents left everything behind including family clothes and home just for their kids to have a better life in the U S
The enjoyable vacation to Disneyland and the frosty pumpkin patch farm in the fall
The pictures hung on the walls with our big families around the house reminding us of who we are
Where I’m From
By ValeriaI am from an oldened Coca Cola napkin holder, from Yakult’s and Mamut’s I would have as a kid.
I am from an oven used as storage. (Having to take out all the pots and pans every time we made a scrumptious cake, the ear splitting sound of the pots and pans jumbled together while cleaning them.)
I am from pine trees that clutter the city, the oak trees that bloom in the spring with their twisted sorted leaves all over the branches. I’m from opening Christmas presents at midnight, and how we always try to be together as a family for this delightful holiday.
From El Abejorro my dad and my mom Rubi.
I’m from the times we’ve been late to parties, and how we invariably make sure guests feel comfortable at our home. From the Gracias a Dios that my mom has said to me since I was a child, and Que Dios te bendiga everytime someone says goodbye.
I’m from my First Communion, that I had to do classes for, for 2 years.
I’m from Rush Copley Hospital in Aurora and Valle de Juarez, Jalisco, Mexico. The delicious birria my mom makes, also those flautas that are made with such love. From the time my sister cut my hair, I was left with a bob cut.
The stories my mom has told me about how different her life was in Mexico
Places I’ve been to in Mexico, seeing the beautiful sunset while I was at the beach. Each of these memories has let me know more about my family and how I’ve made myself better through these years. My language and culture are something I am proud of to know.
Where I‘m From
By ValeriaI am from handmade table covers with roses and little decoration that takes hours to make and my old gas lit stove filled with pans and tupperware.
From small cold Yakults and the Pinol smell when my mom cleans on Fridays.
I am from a small apartment on Tall Oaks Dr. but still big enough for all the memories it created over the years.
From always unagreeable, busy, and loud music that's always playing.
A neat and lavender smell that comes from candles or the burning smell when you blow out the candles after saying a prayer.
I'm from my mom's green long luscious plant like rapunzel hair that she's been taking care of since she came from Mexico.
Everyday during the short hot summer me and my brother meeting up with friends to play soccer
I’m from eating 12 grapes on New Years countdown and nicknames and name calling to joke around.
From Belen and Jose Manuel.
I’m from the loyalty, respect and love to our Catholic religion and always being positive and happy about everything.
From ”parale o te va llevar ese senor” and my dad always telling me “echale ganas” when I have a game or when I go to school.
I’m from getting my baptism and my communion and soon my confirmation,
And going to St. Teresa at 12 or St Nicolas Church at 11 on every Sunday.
I’m from Aurora, Illinois and Zacatecas, Mexico.
From tres leches cake and chocoflan on special occasions, to arrachera,
tacos de al pastor on the weekends
From the my grandma always telling me to never judge and always be humble and “buen animo”
My cousin Ernestito introduced me to soccer and influenced my love of the sport.
From big album books filled with memories and baby pictures stored in bottom untouched cabinets
My parents traveling to the United States to give my brother and I a better life and future.
Where I’m From
By VaniaI'm from Barbies and McDonald’s toys, the plushies were my favorite.
I’m from following my grandma's footsteps, starting to paint to be exact.
From Fabuloso and flowers for the ofrenda.
I am from a nice neighborhood house in Montgomery to a house on Kane Street.
(With sad, simple purple walls, doors shut, all but just thuds inside the walls, that one specific weak stair on my porch.)
I am from oak trees, and that one gigantic black raspberry tree in my backyard, hard as a rock you would say.
I’m from going out to eat in fancy places on Sundays, and getting together with family on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve.
From going out with my mom Vanessa occasionally and going outside and playing volleyball with my brothers Christian and Mikki.
I’m from the lonely and quiet living room and the yell my dad gives once his favorite soccer team loses. From being told You know, life is easy once you do what's right, my dad would say. and Keep moving forward
I’m from going to church once in awhile, only for a passing relative.
I’m from Montgomery, and my parents are from Mexico.
I'm from Menudo or Pozole on Sundays, to tamales on special occasions.
From my dad’s racist work stories, to my mom and dad's teenage love story. The way my dad would be straight up about things, leading me the right way into life, and my mom being by my side no matter what. Going to the park on State Street with my dad to play basketball, then to trips to Colorado, then New Mexico. And that one bright red necklace passed down from my great grandma to my grandma then me.
I come from late night talks and lectures.
I come from a green and white, red flag, and I'm here to do the things my dad and mom couldn’t do.
Where I’m From
By VanessaI’m from books that have given joy when I lay in my dark moonlit room with music that whispers to my thoughts, From Pink’s pants and Jordan high top dark, beat up shoes. I am from the bathroom that comforted me when no one else did.
(cold, dirty)
The cold, white, floor with the room being pitch black, and mumbling of myself trying to stop the crying.
I’m from the tallest maple tree in my neighborhood that I would swing and feed the birds there; until they cut it off.
From the tallest pines that were supposed to only grow small. I’m from the tree that was always thorny, crispy, cozy and gloomy just like me.
I’m from playing Uno till 3:00 in the morning because someone never won and the imitating voices and stares from my parents, From Monica, my sister, and my mother, Griselda.
I’m from the no showing feelings of my father And the cry in every situation of my mother. From Make us proud and Be better.
I’m from a lack of religion, but my parents most certainly are not. Going to the big, rotten, bland building called Church, school every Thursday and Sunday, just to be someone I'm not.
I’m from the City of Lights called Aurora, the city of the big bean Chicago, and the beautiful lands of Mexico.
The spaghetti my sister made when I would get home from school, the mole and arroz from my mother she’d make every once in a while.
From my sister being the first person to graduate from my family, from my sister getting her first house at the age of 23. The closing of a deal when my sister got her first house at the age of 23.
The Disney World castle that illuminated the dark stormy night that me and my sister cried twice watching and the beautiful, green, large land of Mexico.
I am for the kids who see happy families in these poems, when their family is farthest from that, letting them know they are not alone and that everything will be ok.
Where I’m From
By XimenaI am from Fabuloso, From Milagro tortillas and pan dulce from the local bakery. I am from the house on the middle of the street, little and comfortable, red as a cardinal.)
I am from the dogwood tree, with white flowers like the bunny that would visit everyday. I’m from the Mexican food in Thanksgiving and the hazel eyes everyone got but me, from Fer and Sandra.
I’m from cleaning the house on Friday to watching Disney movies every Saturday.
From Sana sana colita de rana and El cucuy te va a llevar.
I’m from la rosca de reyes and Padre de Nuestro before every meal.
I’m from Mexico and Aurora, From tamales, and the boiling chocolate abuelita in the cold and dark nights.
From the time my dad got lost in a small town in Mexico and the stories of adventures that my mom would have with my uncles in the carnival.
I am from the corner case that has kept and captured the happy moments, and the pictures we look back at as we play the stories in the back of our mind and tell them so they aren’t forgotten.
Where I’m From
By YanetI am from my dad’s work boots that are all over the house.
From Nescafe instant coffee and Huggies diapers.
I am from the wooden pillars that stand tall in my living room,
From the front porch that has old, white, chipped paint
And from the kitchen, early in the morning, (quiet, when the sunlight is barely peeking through the curtains.)
I am from the weeping willow tree in front of my neighbor’s house I always walk by,
The little purple flowers all around the branches and how graceful it would flow in the air when it was windy.
I’m from going to Philips Park with my dad every weekend to see the alligators and from the ears of my grandmother and my mother’s complexion.
I’m from the attitude that my dad passed on to me.
From being told Te voy a decir una vez y nomas una vez before every lecture my dad would give and I love you every morning before being dropped off at school.
I’m from the dark blue evil eye bracelet on my left wrist and the silver cross necklace that starts twinkling whenever the sun shines directly at it.
I’m from a small ranch in Mexico my grandparents owned and the molina they had that would start up every morning. From light and airy maza in the red tamales my family makes.
From the time my mom and dad came to America together to give me and my siblings a better life.
All these stories I carry with me, shaping me into who I am today.
The events that happened to me as a kid that I don’t even remember.
Where I’m From
By ZoeI am from washing the dishes every other day, from cleaning my room every week and washing clothes every week.
I am from Simms Street, (brick house, freshly cut grass, to the neighbor copying our landscape format.)
I am from ash trees that live next door to me.
I’m from bringing food to a party and having to say Bye to people you don’t even know,
From my mother Heidi and my grandma Lilia.
I’m from learning how to dance caballo dorado to being a pro at it and joking until you can’t even breath.
From your parents always telling you Knowledge is the best gift no one can take from you And learning how to defend yourself physically, emotionally and mentally.
I’m from going to church on Sundays, to using covid as an excuse to not attend.
I’m from Illinois and Mexico where my father left his sisters and his parents to have a better life and to give better opportunities to his family.
I’m from the red pozole that is as red as a drop of blood my grandma makes every single year for my birthday, to tamales de rajas for Christmas on the wood kitchen table. From the sopa de fideo next to every single meal my grandma makes so we can have enough food to eat.
The aunt that makes the best Puertorican rice with gandules and olives.
My first trip to Mexico City when I was four years old, To when I met my aunts from Mexico and hugged them as if I was glued to them.
Where I’m From
By YaretziI am from the old portable camera my mother would carry around, From the Clorox wipes underneath the sink and the Bath and Body Works air freshener in each room.
I am from the yellow house located in front of that tall maple tree, from those rabbits running around from yard to yard street to street. I am from the combination of lilies, roses and tulips that I would get from each dance Rehearsals that one Sunday, the smell of the franget flowers that every girl would receive from their parents, the laughter, and the Cheering filled the big crowded room filled with talented dancers and their families. I am from traveling to all those exotic places every late June early July, From the new activities, memories with my papa Toño and my oldest brother José I am from the hot summer day Getting stopped halfway and getting told your Toto’s daughter. I am from that one hard working family that lives on the street Ocampo and La Juarez that never gives up and reaches their goals because giving up isn’t an option. From being José’s little sister Because we have lived everything together and have got through everything together. I am from the wise and inspiring phrases my Papa Toño would say every late summer night. I am from the working hard all day barely getting a break because working hard is important to us, From the long hours everyday to watching every events and competitions they can make From being told school is the most important thing so try your best and from the your going to be fine I am from going to church every Sunday and from occasionally reading the Lectionary in front of everyone who goes and from helping the community in every way I can by participating in fundraisers and giving money and food to the homeless whenever I can.
I am from the hospital Rush Copley from it being the first place I've ever seen to going there in emergency situations. From the homemade mole and arroz my mother and grandmother would make to the red and green delicious tamales that you can smell from a mile away. From my parents’ stories on how they had to work all day to make sure they had food, clothes and a good education for their younger siblings, To the person who gave me closure and to the person who made me learn how to learn myself and the importance of family and treating everyone with respect and kindness, my amazing mother. From the huge box filled with pictures of me and my family, and album books filled with unforgettable moments to the CDs of me and my brother when we were babies, To the importance of my parents making me read every night before bed to the watching movies every Friday night as a family. I am from the greats and downs of life.
Where I’m From
By Mrs. KruegerI am from porcelain pickling crock pots, from Woolite and Frank’s Quality Kraut. I am from the white brick ranch on an acre of land.
(Wood panel walls, an aluminum swing set, and a garden full of cucumbers, tomatoes, and radishes in the backyard.)
I am from the weeping willow whose branches looped around me as I swung my feet toward Heaven on Kingston Avenue. I’m from Oplatki on Christmas Eve and working long hours for Suburban Tax Service, from Stella Kilkus Butvilas and Emily Kamykowski Stauber. I’m from the givers and the hard workers and the faithful who didn’t miss a Sunday Mass, from Let go, and let God and Aš tave myliu.
I’m from the rosary with a gold crucifix that I received on my First Holy Communion, plaid uniforms and church twice per week.
I’m from Berwyn, Illinois; Poland; and Lithuania. Homemade sausage made by my grandma’s hands, kugelis from Racine Bakery in Chicago.
From the father who prepared taxes for free for the military and who the Brookfield community trusted, the little sister and reliable playmate whose golden hair I brushed and braided for school, and the Polaroid and Kodak pictures of my childhood placed in magnetic page photo albums, capturing milestones, moments of joy, and memories of the past, weaving and intertwining, staging the power found in family history.
Where I’m From
By Mrs. MortonI am from family game nights with dad when mom worked 2nd shift at the hospital,
From Jansport backpacks and 5-star notebooks.
I am from Fairmount Avenue.
(Hardwood floors, screened in porch, a hammock, and wooden swing set.)
From hot summers at the pool, swimming the 100 IM at early practice and soaking up the sun with friends in the afternoon.
From cold winters, wind whipping past my uniform skirt as I stood at the bus stop wearing my dad’s parka - the only one that was long enough to keep me warm.
I am from mowing the lawn and picking up pears and crabapples.
I’m from making pierogies on Good Friday and raucous conversations,
from Eileen Steele and Ardie Nadolsky.
I’m from running late to every event…my mom shaking her hands in the air to dry her nail polish as we head out the door, and from singing along to the radio in the car.
From Cool your jets and 40 lashes with a wet noodle
I’m from Sundays at St. Mary of Gostyn, singing the Our Father and spending time with classmates in our Wednesday night youth group.
I’m from Mansfield, Ohio.
Dairy Queen cones dipped in crunch and Jones’ potato chips at the K of C.
From picnics and road trips with grandma Steele and afternoons spent on grandma Nadolsky’s front porch swing singing nursery rhymes.
I’m from photo books stacked next to the piano, grandma’s china in my cabinets and grandpa’s roll top desk in my living room.
Relics that are a tangible reminder of my life as a young child.
Where I’m From
By Mrs. MartinezI am from EAST Aurora, where everybody knows your name… From my American ancestry that built cities before our imagined boundaries from the Latchkey Generation, staying outside until street lights came on.
Teen Spirit, stop, rewind, and record. My Name is Jonas! I am from Union and Flagg, blue corner store, Wayne's World and Clueless dreams that will come true.
Tamarindo paletas, chicago style hot dog, Banana Split, and taqueria Durango, The BEST!
I am from the midwest
pero con el nopal en la frente.
I’m from long summer days at the quarry and carne asadas
From cousins and friends who still hold my laughs and memories
I stand on the shoulders of the women in my family, Violeta strong and Silvia’s love of the past
I live for the smiles of my husband and children and walks by the River
the explosive laughs that fill the room, when my sister and brothers reminisce of life, before likes and tweets conversation, without a word, a skill only acquired with childhood friends.
I see the future in my students, and understand the present from them
I am the eldest daughter of an immigrant family, #LUISA Madrigal problems
I’m from the East side of the River, from a people and community that love to laugh and live, and know how to enjoy a long summer day.
From pan dulce de La Central and paletas de chile, from el palenque and Garbage Pail Kids stickers, stuck on jelly shoes.
From the city where everybody knows your name… troubles are all the same
From polaroids without filters, skating, arcades, and bowling nights
From life…. until the street lights came on.
Where I’m From
By Mrs. PenaI am from the sweet aroma of homemade flour tortillas with melted butter in my mothers kitchen, from Judy Bloom books and 80’s music such as the “Cure and Madonna.''
I am from the yellow house with brown trim, with a long cement driveway.
A lush green grass yard, rose bushes and beautiful, colorful tulips.
I am from the corner window of my bedroom, where I looked out into the evening sky and dreamed of a future, full of wonder and possibility.
I am from fresh pumpkin and squash plants that were harvested upon their vibrant color and ripeness every fall.
I am from late night Christmas Eve, cooking, singing and dancing throughout our family home. Eating delicious food together as a family. Happy and loved!
Loving parents, devoted parents, family love, and togetherness.
From Miguel Pena and Sandy Hernandez. Working together as a team to make a better life for their children.
I am from two parents, running errands, doing laundry and Sunday morning donuts. Every weekend is hectic, getting things done for the upcoming week.
I am from, do your best at school and help people if you can.
Look out for your brother and sisters. Always help at home.
I am from the Catholic church on Sunday as a family, and delicious family dinners made by both of my parents.
I am from Mercy Hospital, in Aurora, Illinois. Born of Mexican and Filipino heritage. Homemade tamales wrapped in corn husk, and meatloaf dinners always made with my mothers love and care. Delicious! From the father who always worked on everyone's cars in our neighborhood, and never accepted pay for his effort. Always doing his best toward people and demonstrating by his example, what it meant to be a kind person, the big sister who held my hand as she walked me to school and waited for me to enter the building before she would depart to her own classroom, the family room wall filled with family portraits, telling the story of all of our family members throughout the years.
Full of beautiful memories that we made together. A life worth living, a family valued, appreciated and loved.
