I am from the salty air
And the rocking of the boat
I am from sweltering sand on my feet
And the artic water on my skin
I’m from well-worn vans
To the dark red rust on my trucks
I am from delicious hand-dipped ice cream
With fresh evergreen conifer
And to the bright orange pumpkins
I am from sore legs
And heavy breathing
To diving into rich brown mud
I’m from football games under the illumined lights
With roasting hot chocolate
And the clanking cowbells from the crowd
I am from cozy sweat shirts
And hay rides of terror
To ear-piercing shrieks
I’m from the red dust of the field
And the white chalky line
To the adrenaline rush of the game