I am from mulberries and blackberries staining hands in purple juice a tangy blade of grass sweetened with morning dew I am from thick tree branches rungs on natures ladders abandoning their guests at a moments leisure I am from a small red ball kicked by callused feet from second base a lonely tree between two apartments I am from a tangled mess of curly black hair the constellations in the sky forming perfect pictures to aid in the telling of bedtime stories I am from The Search for Delicious and The Hobbit I am from a small brick apartment a tiny circuit for even smaller legs home to the depths of all knowledge and the assured dreams of a child ushered back from the forest by the tantalizing tales held in a library of books