I am from computer games,

from Christmas gifts and cars

I am from the plants in my backyard

(White, bright, it tasted like garlic.)

I am from my basketball hoop,

My grandparents, whose long

life I enjoy as my own.

I am from chili and pizza.

I am from the smart and the cool,

from stop to go on.

I am from life and Christmas lights.

I am from Joanna and Daniel,

from Chalupas and hot chocolate.

I am from my photo album,

a group of memories just waiting to be sorted.

I am from my great-grandparents, dead before I lived.

By Steven Wang