I’m from brotherly brawls in bunk beds
I’m from Mario Kart, the intense focus on the screen, and the singeing of the eyes as a result
I’m from biking four miles for ice cream

I’m from “Better safe than sorry” and “You’ll understand when you’re older”
I’m from needing speech class, resulting in self-consciousness
I’m from sins and repentance

I’m from ecstatic school days, only for Phys. Ed. and Recess
I’m from square roots, quadratics, and trigonometry
I’m from tripping over a backpack, resulting in a shattered pottery piece

I’m from mornings hitting the links
I’m from playing basketball until it was as dark as the night
And 3 pm runs to George Webb’s for breakfast

I’m from being proclaimed as the short kid, to be 6 feet tall
I’m from brown hair and brown eyes
I’m from childish endeavors, like biting strait into a Tootsie Pop

I’m from lake glistening, like a midnight full moon
I’m from a place where the Bears and Cubs are hated, like it should be
I’m from cheese curds and cheese heads