I am from peaches and pimentos,
from Puffalumps and GloWorms and My Little Pony,
and blankets made of washcloths.
I am from board games and sing-a-longs
and backyard birthday parties.
From big bangs and pony tails,
And smocked dresses and jellies.
I’m from ‘grab a pilla and find a spot on the floor’.
And ‘y’all can all share a blanket’.
From hiding in the football toybox and popping out to ‘scare’ our parents.
And emptying out the dresser drawers and pretending to sleep in them.
I am from say the blessin’-fore-you-eat, if-the-doors-are-open-you-are-there church goers.
I’m from drinking sweet tea dipped from a big metal tub at homecomin’.
From singin’ without the hymnal ’cause you know all the words.
And jumpin’ off the front porch of the church just to see if you could get your dress to fly up over yer head.
I am from loading up all our friends and taking the motor home to dinner after Sunday night church.
And I’m from down-home harmonies of “Goodnight, Irene” before we all went home.
I’m from the guys getting together for some pickin’ and grinnin’ at the “Little House”.
I’m from real country music (and not that pop-esque stuff you hear today).
I’m from scratchy sofas with a matching chair and the little matching foot stool.
I’m from loveseats with no legs, but instead a homemade drawer underneath that holds all the toys.
I’m from jalapeno cornbread and plain ol’ mac and cheese.
From dill pickles and pickled peaches.
From Christmas gifts hidden in Styrofoam cups,
From ridin’ to The Jet for bubblegum and coke,
And dressing up like the California Raisins for the school talent show.
I am Bridget Martin Ivey and I am from here.
Who are you? And where are you from?
I saw this first on Stephanie’s blog…then Jenn’s…then Emily’s.
And what can I say? I’m a follower. (Sorta.)
Wanna make your own? Go here for the template.
(I kinda took some artistic liberties. But it’s my birthday, so that’s allowed!)
Or just share a little bit of your story in the comments below!