|I am from running shoes on dirt trails|
|From bobbing up and down to the beat|
|of early morning birds tweeting softly into the dawn|
|I am from the sweat on my face|
|as I jog up a hill|
|From running into the unknown|
|finding safety in myself|
|I am from getting lost|
|to lose that which I know I must forgive|
|From my warm skin|
|against the crisp cool air|
|I am from heavy arms|
|and burning legs|
|From steady panting|
|that puts my mind at peace|
|I am from that simple motion|
|familiar as an old friend|
|From the view at the top of a hill|
|the painting of life surrounding me|
|I am from sharing this with a friend|
|the experience of another life|
|From an innocent world|
|ignorant of problems|
|I am from running|
|that simple motion|
|that makes everything okay|
I am from a very sandy sand box,
A very small tree house,
And a very sturdy ball wall.
I am from a very foody JJ&Fs,
A very funny Klutz,
And a very nice bike store.
I am from Sean,
Mike with gray hair,
Maggie from Ohio,
And Jean who smells Sean's armpits after his shower.
I am from tomato-basil pizza
that tastes like tomato with cheese,
Sushi with cucumber and salmon
that reminds me of things you find at a party.
I am from Peter who is always willing to talk,
Sumit who helps me make bee stings,
Chinmay who is willing to play games,
And Austin who can always think of something to do.
I am from "Always do your best,"
"If you're going to do it, be happy about it,"
"If you do it now, it will be over with,"
and "If you do something for someone else,
they will do something nice for you."