I am from

I am from the laundry room with the basket of mismatching socks and the hot water furnace in it. I am from the cabinet with crystal glass panes with purple tumblers in it; and from the yellow eggnog with cinnamon on top that I drank from the purple tumblers.
I am from sitting around the kitchen table trying to make peace treaties in Risk.

I am from the round oak table with sparkler burn marks from Halloween, from the piles of plywood boards that my brother painted his weird scenarios on.
I am from hot chocolate sauce melted over vanilla ice cream with fresh strawberries.
I am from the china horses and china daisy duck standing in a row on my painted shelf.

I am from winding wooden stairs with the filling coming out of the cracks in chunks, from an old faded pastel poster of Degas' dancers.
I am from a hot raclette plate with peppers and mushrooms.
I am from my dad's extensive collection of The Beatles, The Mommas and the Poppas, and Simon and Garfunkel.