I am from...

I am from hand me downs, from Pepsi in a glass bottle and watching the Waltons, rollerskating every Saturday night, sleep overs with my best friends and playing in the woods all day.
I am from the two story house with a ghost, in the middle of the block from the middle of Michigan.

I am from my grandmother's pumpkin patch and hollyhocks taller than my dad that we used to make dolls from.
I am from Italian food at Christmas and 6 loud siblings, vacations at Lake Michigan, I am from Charles J. and Alice May and Luciano and Dumeney clans.
I am from the mom who runs the roost, a dad that worked very hard and me hating to sit in a classroom all day.

From summers that seemed to move in slow motion and trucks that would spray for mosquitoes at two am.
I am from" there's a boogie mad man that lives down the street" and "a witch two doors down". I am from a Catholic father and non religious mother.
I'm from Lansing Michigan, from my father's big Italian family and my mom's big French Canadian family, from spaghetti Wednesdays, lemon ice, banana bread, no bake cookies, tuna noodle casserole, goulash and slo poke suckers.
From the father who served valiantly during WWII, the grandmother with the hugest heart and the brother who is mentally challenged and can make a friend with anyone.
I am from the antique trunk , the photo hanging in the hallway, the top of the closet and the box in the attic.

Found this at Molly's blog. You can find out how to write your own story here.