I am from my family. My dad and mom’s sides of the family. I am from my mom, my dad, my three brothers, and my grandparents. I am from them all a little bit each. I am from their love that we share as one. I am from my family because without them I would not be who I am.
I am from my summers at Camp Taconic. I am from staying up late while talking with my friends when we aren’t allowed to. I am from all the activities that we travel through, all the way from ropes to waterfront. I am from my counselors who never fail to make my bunk mates and me laugh. I am from keeping candy past visiting day and sleeping through the morning bell. I am from my summer home.
I am from the Berkshires in Massachusetts. I am from the lake. From tubing with my brothers or water skiing with everyone cheering me on. I am from camp fires and the stories we tell. I am from ice fishing in winter as well as normal fishing in the summer. I am from flying down a hill on a sled with my brother right next to me.
I am from Orleans, Cape Cod. I am from its beaches with their barbecues and waves. I am from the pinching crabs scurrying past my feet, too fast to catch. I am from walking all the way out at low tide, then running off back through the water to play until it was too dark.
I am from flying through my house at the first snowfall. I am from cuddling up with my family next to me as we watch a movie. I am from playing basketball outside in the snow and ice. I am from not spending every moment thinking about my brothers about to leave for college, again.
I am from Camp Taconic, the Berkshires, Orleans, and my house. But what really makes me me are my amazing friends and family and the memories we make wherever we go. The memories that I will remember forever.
I will be blogging soon. Bye.