I Am From Learning From The Past: Shaped Me Who Am I?

I am from dusty snow globes And old sneakers that hide Under the dresser I am from cat scratches and stubbed toes Bee stings and skinned knees I am from childhood dreams And the promises that keep them at bay I am from yellow plastic tennis ball and bats Wrapped with silver duct tape more to hold them together Than to give them weight And from the home run tennis balls Hidden somewhere in the hedge I am from old books and hand-me-down shirts 'Wait your turn's and 'cut it out's And balmy nights spent catching Tinkerbelle in a jar. I am from 'I yell because I care' And scoldings followed by hugs I am from the kickball diamond at school With bases drawn in the dirt And from my concrete back steps Where my sister used to paint my fingernails And tell me about fairytales I am from learning from the past I am from looking to the future And I am from living for today.