Reprinted with permission. After George Ella Lyon.
Where I’m From
By Zoe Rosso
I am from chocolate bars.
From Trident gum and Izze.
I am from the Legos on the floor. Small, big, and painful when stepped on.
I am from the rosebushes,
And the big trees we can’t climb at school.
I am from unwrapping Christmas presents at the Winterblatts’ house,
And not noticing the milk two inches away from my nose.
From Rosenblatts and Jennings
I am from the naps on the sofa,
And forgetting things till the day before they’re due.
From; ‘Just have two bites!’ and, ‘settle down!’
I am from lighting the menorah for eight days and shrieking 50 times when I go downstairs on the 25th.
I’m from Arlington, and Scotland, and Italy.
From large diet cokes and Frosties.
From the time Zeke ate a plastic baby and the time Zeke pulled down my pants in front of my family.
I am from millions of pictures on the walls reminding me of when I was little, flooding me with happiness and the want to relive that moment.