Where I'm From

I am from Realtree and Mossy oak patterns, from Ford pickups and time that moves a little slower.

I am from the house tucked back in the holler, a giant yard, the woods that entertained us for hours on end.

I am from the dogwood tree that I climbed so many times, the poison ivy that plagued me as a child.

I am from a love for deer season and football, from my mother the teacher and my father the soldier and having all four grandparents in the same town.

From the Friday night lights at Hite field, to the next level at Duvall-Rosier.

I am from the crazy but caring family and unconventional traditions.

From the lessons about life I was taught by my Papaw while in the woods and my parents to pursue my wildest dreams.

I'm from a heritage spanning across the world, from Grandma’s homemade cobbler and deer steak sandwiches.

From the stories of Papaw’s crazy trips to Canada, the lessons learned from my father’s father, and the grandmothers that spoiled me rotten.

I am from the outskirts of Clarksburg, a farm in Gilmer County, football fields and everything in between.

I am from a place where the people care about each other, a family who does everything for one another, the place I love to be.