I am from the scent of hockey and callused hands.
I’m from water in the sandbox, sunken dinosaurs and shift your weight.
I’m from the neighbor’s garden and rocky driveways.
I’m from long car rides, weedy lakes and Sunday dinners.
I’m from playing through the pain, bear hugs and dog hair.
From never having snow days, car pools and Saturday bacon.
From white-trash hockey boards, summers at the country club and always saying ‘I love you.’