"I am from"




I am from the shimmering, vivid colors covering the autumn leaves dancing among the shriveled sod in the gusty winds.

I am from the extravagant smelling amusement park listening to the children laugh and play as the rollercoaster rumbles by and is a deep, dark, scary dragon, soaring up and down until it comes to a halt just to repeat the process.

I am from a hashery, tasting the luscious burger followed by a cold sensation of slippery slushy soda running down my throat like a fast car.

I am from an energetic trampoline, my feet embrace the black netting; my feet draw pictures as I gambol.

I am from school, my hands write as I watch the teacher gracefully move around the room full of excitement and energy talking about the joys of school.