Dec
2017
The Wind In My Face
I am from my dance studio where they sell little toys and snow globes. I am from the vending machines that never work. From that dressing room where we tell jokes and stories before class starts. I am from my dance studio.
I am from Camp White Pine where I always have the best summers of my life. From the glass studio where I spend most of my time. The one that has my name written on a plack. The summers that I have the best time of my life. I am from Camp White Pine.
I am from Mount Tranbla where I go skiing. From the wind in my face, to the t-shirt place where I made a sweatshirt. From the maple syrup on a stick. I am from Mount Trambla
I am from Willow Ridge. The country club that I go to. I love the pool and the ice cream Sunday. I am from Willow Ridge
I am from crocheting. I could sit in my room and do it all day long. I love it when I play an audio book while I crochet. I am from crocheting.
I am from Canada were I always want to stay a week more. I am from my cousins that always fight over who sits next to me. I am from Canada.