(This is based loosely on the Where I’m From template that Mama Kat provided).
I’m from a long line of alcoholics, dependent on one more sip from the bottle in order to continue functioning throughout the day; failed AA programs and drinking in secret.
I’m from broken homes, divorce, and step siblings. A marriage that lasts more than 10 years is rare and moving often is the norm.
I’m from family that pretends to get along when face to face and then talks shit the minute they walk away. Years without talking to siblings and parents is they way to handle disagreements.
I’m from the belief that Christianity is the only religion although going to church on any day other than Easter was unheard of; where a child that wants to learn more about Buddhism is told no and forced to read the Bible instead.
However, I’m also from mornings with chocolate chip pancakes, red Keds shoes, and summer road trips to locations that share a family name, large redwood trees, or bodies of water; Mickey Mouse on New Year’s Eve and fireworks in the street on Fourth of July.
I’m from the ideals that you must always look a person in the eye when speaking to them, it’s not what you know it’s who you know that will get you ahead in life, and a strong work ethic is a must have. Telling a lie will get you in more trouble than if you had told the truth.
I’m from a father that I no longer talk to and a mother I can’t imagine my life without.
I’ve learned that where I’m from is not the same place my children have to be from.
I can change their path, and mine.