Where I’m From

September 21, 2011

in Confessions,Lifestyle

I am from summers hanging upside down on the monkey bars,
from Oscar Meyer bologna cups and macaroni art.

I am from the suburban safety net of Girl Scouts, ballet classes, and roaming the neighborhood freely as long as I was home by dark.
From bicycles with banana seats and day glow spoke beads.
I am from the evergreen pines of Sherwood Forest, the backyard needles with transformative powers to be kindling, jewels, magic potion ingredients.
I am from secret backyard societies of witches or fairies, depending on the day. From closet book clubs and Cabbage Patch mommies.
I am from Thanksgivings in Dallas and hating turkey, stuffing, green beans, sweet potatoes, and pecan pie.
From Duncans and Simpsons and Bexar County Adoption Center.
I am from the importance of manners, prayers before meals, and not letting others see our faults and mistakes.
From Tulsa, Texas, as my mother called it, and happy chickens are tasty chickens.
I’m from Germans, Brits, and Cherokees, spaghetti, fried catfish, and Dr. Pepper as coffee.
From “Are we there yet? (That is my song.),” sticky wickies, station wagon carpools.
I am from pigtails, yellow silky blankets, Nancy Drew books.
I am from the little girl who wrote a book of poems about animals at seven – and hasn’t stopped writing since.
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Lindsey Renuard is a blogger, YouTube beauty expert, and the Managing Editor of the Skiatook Journal.


Minivan Mama September 21, 2011 at 7:37 pm

Oh I love this!  So much of this reminded me of where I'm from too!

Jonah Gibson September 22, 2011 at 9:50 am

Lovely, lyrical, and evocative. Nice work.

hilljean September 22, 2011 at 10:50 am

Really? You hate Thanksgiving food? Hmmm. I'm with you on Nancy Drew! I read the whole series the summer before Junior HIgh 🙂

Lindsey September 22, 2011 at 11:49 am

I really hate Thanksgiving food. I usually end up eating back olives and rolls.

Jamie September 22, 2011 at 12:59 pm

This is so well written.  I wonder if we're from the same place?

Leah from Sweet and Sour Showers September 22, 2011 at 2:23 pm

Oh my gosh, your header is SO cute!  Visiting from #commenthour

mommylisa September 22, 2011 at 3:26 pm

Oh I need to find Nancy Drew books for my Boo Boo!

Grams September 22, 2011 at 5:08 pm

"Dr. Pepper as coffee." Now that brings back a memory. I've been reading these posts all day. I love all of them.

Lindsey @ Campfire Song September 23, 2011 at 12:47 pm

I love that prompt. And I'm working on my own. 

Shell September 26, 2011 at 9:06 am

"I am from the suburban safety net of Girl Scouts, ballet classes, and roaming the neighborhood freely as long as I was home by dark.
From bicycles with banana seats and day glow spoke beads."
Is so me, too. Great post!

Becky @Accidental Southern Mama September 28, 2011 at 8:37 pm

I loved this writing prompt! I used it last week too and enjoyed reading what other people wrote on the subject! It brought back some great memories!  Visiting from #commenthour

Just One Donna September 28, 2011 at 8:38 pm

Wow, this is a terrific post.  Makes me think about myself in a new way.  It's a great way to share the essence of you.

Julie Jordan Scott September 28, 2011 at 8:38 pm

I'm going to borrow this prompt, too. Love it.

Chasing Joy September 28, 2011 at 8:44 pm

I love this!!!  I am going to do a blog from this promt also.  Awesome!!!

Kesha Brown September 29, 2011 at 12:02 am

Very poetic! I'm sure I'll be visiting more often. Glad to have found your blog from #CommentHour 🙂
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Sarah September 29, 2011 at 9:47 am

I think we must be from a similar place 🙂
Looking back at the best and worst of our experiences in childhood gives us a good guide for how to shape our kids so they can get the most out of their childhood.

Tui Snider September 29, 2011 at 1:01 pm

Beautiful! And like so many of the other commenters, I can relate. Ah – roaming the neighborhoods like that is not something we let our kids do as much today, alas. Wonder who we would be without the freedom and day-dreamy wandering we had as kids?
I found you via #commenthour, by the way. You have a lovely blog! 🙂

Cindee September 29, 2011 at 7:55 pm

I love that wonderful post but not like turkey my dad does not either funny I am from pig tails backyard parties pin the tail on the donkey. Fairy tea parties barbie. Some roots are timeless.
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Annie October 10, 2011 at 3:59 pm

Really nice post – – brought back good childhood memories so similar to what you've beautifully described.
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