I’m From

Recently, at a public school, on display in a public hallway, I found some examples of 7th grade writing with the topic “I’m From…..”, and some of them broke my heart. Inspired by their courage, I decided to write one of my own when I got home, and here’s what I came up with. 

I’m from slow dancing and lascivious kisses in the back seat of a Hudson, potatoes and eggs with no meat set to the tune of love me tender. I’m from honky-tonks and dance halls, with country swing a relief from the goose-step of war, from which children ran chemically scalded, naked and screaming for all the world to see.