xdancingintherain

I am from the far North, with roots from way down South I am from the comfort of an old, old blanket, handed down from others just like me I am from the days of countless toys, littering the floor I am from the days of being told countless times to share with my brother. but remember to clean up I am from the family with new neighbors every few years I am from meeting new friends I am from the days of tears after losing those so close to me I am from the summers of playing, in the woods imagining they were filled with ancient indians I am from building teepees and tree houses I am from the sand pit, that was transformed into