Where I am From

This was originally a contest, here is the outline for the exercise. The contest is over, but I wanted to try it out.

I am from bicycles with baskets in the front, from Cabbage Patch Dolls and soggy pixie stix.

I am from two brick homes (seperate, but equal).
I am from Camp Marymount three weeks in the summer.
From the honeysuckle snack, rainbow azaleas, the rocky creek, crawling with crawdads.

I am from the big family Christmas, overgrown eyebrows, the Nanas and Grandads, the Nobles and a Sheridan.

I am from the loud talkin' joke tellers, the ongoing debaters and cigar smokers.
From gossips in denial and heavy looks.

I am from "I'll give you something to cry about."
From church on Sundays, no questions asked.

I am from Mid-South, Deep-South, imaginary places and pizzelles.
I am from garlic, chocolate, and sweet, sour cherry pie.
From the Mr. Mircrophone charades 'cheaters', the I-Love-You hand squeezers, the kickball atheletes.

I am from the photo family calender, the name drawing Christmas pool. I am from Aunt Jane's musty bookshelves amd Grandaddy Al's sawdust workshop.

I am from ruby red lipstick kisses and scratchy beard sugar kisses.
From soft hands braiding my hair after ritual brushing torture.

I am from much love.
From little sentimentality.

This was really great to work on. I am not a poetry person, but I really enjoyed this exercise. I want to do one for the present. Wouldn't it be a neat word time capsule of sorts, to write something like this every few seasons or years?