I am from the hicktown. From the burning wood stove, the mass piles
of solid fuel we worked so hard for, and great grandma's afghan to keep me warm.
I am from the outdoors. From the ridiculous amount of broken tire
swings, to the days of four-wheeler sledding.
I am from my four-legged children. From the bone-breaking holes in the
dogs pen, the three sets of puppies, and my most reliable, trusting friends.
I am from the cement tunnel at Busy Bee Preschool, the waterfall at the
millpond. The days of ruling Horton on our slick six-speeds.
I am from the farm, from days of riding around the fields with my pre-stroke
grandfather, to the Akstulewicz family debate dinners.
Most importantly, I am from amazing people. My family, my friends,
a normal home, and two very fortunate parents to have raised such a child.