I am from the organized mess I call my room.
the place i call my sanctuary.
I am from the memories my friends, family, and i have.
the memories that make me who i am today.
I am from the laughs and giggles of first grade gossip.
I am from the bunk beds my brother and i shared when were little.
when we were best friends
I am from the notes the "tooth fairy" and i would e3xchange on numerous occasions
I am from the loud music that flows out of my headphones.
music that sparks my creativity and inspires me.
I am from the smell of spearmint gum that fills almost every high school classroom.
when i walk through the crowded halls, i begin to miss being a little kid, having no worries.
i am from growing up , but still believing i can go back to kindergarten
