I am from piggy banks, from Hood’s Egg Nog, and Smiley’s Milk. I am from the old, green tinged, two story house on top of the hill, that's inviting, and people filled. It smelled and sounded like farmlife. I am from the blue spruce, and the large rock that has always been behind the barn. I’m from the scratch tickets before Thanksgiving dinner, and adventurous natrom from my cousin Angela and Ma and Cathy. I’m from the laughing at other’s pain and wearing dark colored clothing. From “Your laundry’s done!” and “Don’t you dare bring that into your room!” I’m from religious talk to going to church every Sunday. I’m from Hyannis Cape Cod, Massachusetts, scallops, and eggs. From the tip of my grandmother’s finger bitten off by Buddy the pony,