I remember sitting in my senior psychology class in high school as my psychology professor put some poor underclassman through an exercise. This poor person sat at the front of the room in a chair, by themselves -which in high school is probably bad enough with everyone looking at you, and he asked a question – “Who are You?”. Generally, the person would answer with their name. He would say ok, and then ask them again “Who Are You?”. Some people became uncomfortable, some people had answers. The point being is that knowing who you are was something that a lot of people have difficulty answering, and sometimes that their answers tell you a lot about how they feel about themselves.
The same can be said of the question “Where are Your From?”. My simple answer, now, if you asked me, would be New York. I am a tried and true New Yorker – I will struggle living anywhere outside of the Northeast and I will likely always consider myself a NYer. But originally, I’m from Oklahoma. But, like the answer of a name to “Who Are You?”, that response is simplistic. I grew up with my grandparents, and if I were to say where “home” is, it would be their home in Oklahoma, where I spend many years being raised by them full time, and even longer before and after school. My grandfather was my person, and for a good long while after he passed, I felt as though home was gone. As I make my own home, those feelings are changing, but sometimes I still long to “go home.”
So using an awesome poem template for students from Scholastic (print this for your kids – what cool responses you may get!!!), here’s a better answer to the question “Where Are You From?”
I am from….. Adapted by Levi Romero Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon
I am from books
from dominos and pencils
I am from a relic of a bygone era
familiar and warm
I am from the old apple tree
The apple tree
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.
I’m from summertime trips to the library and loyalty from
I’m from Jeopardy at dinner and endless batting practice
and from always having a place to call home.
I’m from “Put down that book, it’s time to eat.” and “One more page.” and
Old Rugged Cross.
I’m from calls for help always answered.
I’m from Oklahoma and France
and Root beer floats and Coke cans wrapped in tinfoil.
From sitting on my Grandfather’s bed as he told stories
About living, and dying and regrets.
From pictures, and flags and war medals
and photographs on the wall and in my heart
So tell, me where are YOU from??