Unwise Adventures and Spontaneous Dancers

I am from a strict, light-hearted Republican household that shaped my innocence
From my childhood friend’s chalk stained driveway her convincing me I do not exist at all because I was never baptized like she was.
My panic stricken heart racing off beat while I sprinted across the dangerous suburban street asking my mother if I really exist.
“Are you here?” “yes” “Am I talking to you?” “yeah” “Then trust me, you exist.”

I am from the oddities and array of talents my sister and I can perform.
Like holding our breaths underwater for one minute and thirty-one seconds. An above average feat by one defining second.

I am from my favorite tree that did not belong to me but kept true to all the secrets of my youth. It was a perfectly shaped tree just for me.

I am from unwise adventures, spontaneous dancers, and new unexplained passions that last a month.
This month: Hiking.

The past controlled by incredibly horrible timing during important events where my mouth should have been kept shut or drifting off into discussions and wars within my head while listening to the one lecture that will be on every test and quiz. But that cloud looks like a man praying, when will I ever see that again?

I am from the soul sucking social network of the school system that will never subside to the student body and their sleeping pattern needs.

I am from the shallow surfaces and two dimensional world I have cocooned myself in.
Slowly, opening my sheltered mind to the new foreign thoughts and ideas I once believed unacceptable. My judgments still strong, but are more in control.

From the friends I have been blessed to have, to the friends I have lost, and to the best friend who changed so many lives at the mere age of fifteen. She was my first best friend, and the first funeral I went to.

I am from the inevitable change spiraling forward as I free fall head first with fear and excitement trailing behind.