I’m from the smallest state in the country, the town with the oldest Fourth of July Parade. Del’s Lemonade, Gramma’s doughboys, and Rod’s Grill.
I’m from a large family – the oldest of six – a sister and four brothers came after me. Burned brownies delivered our first pet – a black cat – but not until the college years.
I’m from going to church every Sunday. Having grandmothers come for dinner. Sometimes, the girls would go shopping before we all had to get ready for the week.
“I called front” is what I remember saying as we all packed into the Dodge Caravan to go anywhere together.
I’m from chlorinated pools racing the 50 Free and 100 Back countless times, breaking only for a short time in August before starting a new season.
I’m from Second Beach, baking in the sun, making poured sandcastles, riding the waves on boogie boards. Playing hide and seek as people went home and the beach thinned.
I’m from Prudence Island where time slowed and life was simple. Muffler-less cars traveled the island. Rope bracelets to show tan lines by summer’s end. Layered rock houses, Matchbox cars, and reading by day. Capture the Flag and Beverly Hills 90210 by night.
I’m from condos in North Conway that we won at the St. Phil’s Auction. Storyland, Santa’s Village, Clark’s Trading Post, Echo Lake, and Jackson Falls were annual items in the family bucket list. Sticker collections multiplied after visiting Elizabeth’s.
I’m from Jade Tree – my first job – the hostess with the mostest. Greeting guests and seating them all night long. Eating special staff meals. Folding napkins into hats.
I’m from learning how to drive in a Ford Tempo. No denying that family life started to change as responsibility increased.
Fleeting moments, wistfully remembered. The simpler days beckon to me and I want to return. Relinquish the responsibility.
I’m from sharing memories with a deeper appreciation for all that my family provided.