It’s time for Thankful Thursday!
Today’s post is inspired from 
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I am thankful for where I come from because it has made me who I am today.
Where I’m From
I am from an old red van that we sat on the floor of for years, from Cabbage Patch dolls and teddy bears.
I am from a suburban home, brick, ranch, and clean smelling.
I am from the snowball bush full of white flowers in the spring and the sickly apple tree that got cut down.
I am from Christmas in January at Aunt Bert’s and being shy, from Curtis and Rebecca and 2 siblings.
I am from over-reacting, exaggeration, and checking in at regular intervals.
From wanting to hear “I love you” and hearing “You’re going to break something one day” each time I was dropped off at gymnastics.
I am from attending Catholic mass each week, Sunday school, and saying the rosary as a family when I was little.
I’m from German ancestors who came to Ohio, homemade goetta at Christmas time and saurkraut.
From the exciting stories of my father’s police work, stories of my boxing grandfather, and jokes about how I reacted when I learned about Santa.
I am from family photographs in albums, and thousands more stuck in shoe boxes. From the memories those pictures bring back and the vacations and camping trips they capture.
I’m hoping to expand on this one day; after all, it focuses primarily on my early childhood and there is so much more that brought me to where I am today.
What about you? What past experience are you thankful for?
Kristen says
I enjoyed your poem from the writing prompt so much. It’s wonderful to find out so much about our fellow bloggers through such a creative way.
Teresa Kander says
Very nice…I can almost see/hear some of those memories!
Grams says
First of all, it cracks me up that your spam protection makes me do math. Too funny.
I’ve been reading these posts all day. I love your “old red van” that you sat on the floor of. You couldn’t do that now because it’s not safe. Kids don’t know what they’re missing.
admin says
Oh yeah, that big red van holds tons of memories of my childhood. We didn’t get seats put in for all three kids until we went to Canada one year and had to have seat belts there. I remember we got an old blue bench seat from a junk yard to screw in the floor. LOL!
Dwija Borobia (@HouseUnseen) says
I just can’t get enough of these! Every one I read makes me want to read another. Love your big read van 🙂
JDaniel4's Mom says
I grew up with mass and the rosary too.
Kirsten says
I love this! What an awesome writing prompt, it makes me want to go write my own right now, but since I’m reading on my phone in my two big kids’ darkened room, being the mean mummy who insists they stop talking (or bugging one another), and Go To Sleep, this comment will have to do.
I am from respecting children but giving them firm boundaries. Now if I can just get my kids to respect the boundaries, LOL.
I love your snowball bush and sickly apple tree. My Nanna had a snowball bush which brings back lots of good memories, and then there was the pussy willow tree my parents had cut down when i was about 3, that I was sad about for years!
OneMommy says
Oh, I have been the mean momma who has had to sit in the room for what seemed forever waiting for kids to stop talking and go to sleep… I need to get a phone where I can do some work while sitting there. 🙂
Isn’t it amazing what brings back memories? My snowball bush actually came from a piece that was my grandma’s….
Kirsten says
That’s funny you know, I’m pretty sure my Mum used to have a snowball bush too, which came from a cutting my Nanna gave my sister (must have got cut down when she extended the house for my grandparents to move in though I think).