I am from kilts and haggis and from the true north.
I am from parks and bridges, from beaches, lakes and rivers.
I am from weeping willows, swing sets, teeter-totters, and a whistle calling me home for dinner.
I am from summer days of swimming, from riding bicycles, from scraped knees, and from sunburns.
I am from books and flashlights under covers, from secret knocks on bedroom walls, and slaying monsters under the bed.
I am from rolling down hills, from stepping stones across the river, from climbing the crab-apple tree and hiding in her branches, and from hide-the-penny at grandma and grandpa's.
I am from knowing by heart, from hands on hips expounding proverbs, from roller skates on kitchen floors.
I am from suitcases of books on vacation, from Adventures in Odyssey, and from "are we there yet?"
I am from asking and learning, from practicing piano and braiding hair.
I am from the smell of freshly baked bread and cinnamon buns, from peanut butter cookies and rice krispie squares.
I am from tobogganing, skating, and cross-country skiing, from frozen toes, hot chocolate and gingerbread houses.
I am from "think before you speak" and "be kind to one another."
I am from family games nights, from popcorn, from devouring books, from shared memories both fictional and real, and from laughter.
I am from exploring and traveling, from new tastes and smells and sights.
I am from making new friends and savouring the old.
I am from dreaming, from delight and hope, from faith and peace.