Where I’m From…

A friend of mine… my sista from anotha mista, if you will, did a blog post that I absolutely loved.. so I thought I would give it a shot.  You can see her blog HERE.

 

I’m from the smell of fried chicken at Grandmother’s on a Sunday afternoon.

I’m from Shawnee Wolves Football on a Friday night.

I’m from peddling until your legs were sore, while riding bikes on washboard roads.

I’m from folded notes passed in hallways.

I’m from the sweet smell of fresh picked honeysuckle at Summertime.

I’m from friends you’ve had since birth because your parents have been friends just as long.

I’m from small towns with big dreams.

I’m from lightning bugs in mason jars because they make the best night lights.

I’m from late nights with best friends, and giggling while talking about boys.

I’m from cousins playing football in the yard after a great meal at Christmas.

I’m from 1 cent bubble gum at Ben Frankin’s.

I’m from graduating high school, thinking about how great it is.. only to realize you have no idea how good you had it.

I’m from cool breezes and driving down dirt roads.

I’m from Grandma’s amazing biscuits and gravy….. and her Coke Ham on Thanksgiving.

I’m from Bob’s Roll-A-Way Rink, skates with hot pink wheels, and band aids on blistered toes.

I’m from thinking you’re cool jamming to New Kids on the Block at Eufaula Lake, while working on a tan.

I’m from tractors on the ‘main’ roads.

I’m from “I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck”.