We may lose and we may win
But we will never be here again
-Jackson Browne

I am from white houses with green shutters. I am from cement porches and slammed screen doors.

I am from Sesame Street, I Love Lucy, The Brady Bunch, and Happy Days. I am from Barbies and Hot Wheels. I am from basements and station wagons that have wood paneling. I am from bare feet on hot tar in the summer time. I am from lilacs and petunias. I am from Target and 7-11. I am from scary stories whispered in the dark. I am from lullabies.

I am from the little house, a brown lake house with two bedrooms and eight people.

I am from playing baseball in the grass, raking leaves and jumping in the piles. I am from Dick Van Dyke and M*A*S*H. I am from screaming and fighting. I am from laughing and shared secrets. I am from rusted out cars. I am from swimming in the lake, fishing, and canoeing. I am from walking to A&W in the summer and walking across the frozen lake in the winter. I am from blistered sunburns and frost bite.

I am from a geodesic dome. I am from new homes that never seem quite finished.

I am from The Cosby Show and Cheers and Friday Night Videos. I am from family home evening and family prayer and having the missionaries over for dinner every week. I am from frantic family trips. I am from squabbling and frustration. I am from seminary and stake dances and girls camp. I am from movies and Pizza and Perkins and cruising. I am from no rules and no curfew. I am from late night phone calls with the long cord pulled into my closet. I am from waterbeds and Ford Granadas. I am from good friends and good jokes.

Where are you from?