A letter from Feb 02, 2023

Dear FutureMe, I am in 8th grade and this is the poem I wrote for Ms. Brinkmans reading strategies class. I still am not a huge poetry fan but I do not despise it as much. I am not feeling great about the flow of the poem but it works for now. I also really like pickles. Below is the poem. Where am I From? I am from I am from the late nights of July spent with my mom Then getting up the next morning and biking with Cohen Just hoping that our destination has those delicious, colorful, cold, snacks I am from the annual bike ride with my grandma We pass the haunted bell once more and it rings, throwing chills down our spines Then later we encounter that singing bass on the wall that my great grandma owns Hypnotizing every little person to encounter it I am from the feeling of the blood dripping down my arms and the burns the tube leaves after hours of tubing Then later regretting the decision of putting my arms through that much pain But secretly still happy with what I did I am from the baseball team that recreated my love for that sport The nights at hotels spent roaming the halls and making friends with almost everyone we meet Then later crashing a party with all the people closest to me We were the life of the party I am from the hiking with my grandpa, trying to get all the state parks in and then moving on to the big ones Just hoping to get them all in before both of us are gone I am from the constant bickering of love from my sister and me while we conquer the biggest mountains the U.S. has to offer whether that be in Hawaii or Colorado I am from Ice fishing on Red lake, grooving to the beats of the speaker playing old-time hits on New Year's Eve Drinking a whole case of cream soda and not regretting one bit of it Then struggling to stay in bed for more than 30 minutes I am from the LONG drives to see my brother play a single baseball game And only getting to talk to him for 5 minutes Then not seeing him for another 6 months I am from my family and friends that create and engrave these memories into my mind.