I am from a medium sized neighborhood on the border of Hartland and Pewaukee, a house built from hard work and pride, a friend group who will help with whatever comes our way.

I am from that neighborhood, where we meet up with the kids to play ghosts in the graveyard in the summer, where we suffered through basketball tournaments in our driveways, where we stayed up till midnight sledding down the biggest hill.

I am from that house, where we ate home cooked meals, where we coped from our loses, where we learned to move forward, where we built an unbreakable bond.

I am from that friend group, where we stay up till 2am driving Scout around the yard, where we ride snowmobiles across the county, where we help and watch Jonah race while praying he doesn’t wreck, where we watch Ricky and Julian get into trouble at Sully’s house.

I am still, and always will be from that medium sized neighborhood on the border of Hartland and Pewaukee, that house built from hard work and pride, and that friend group will help with whatever comes our way.