I am from, part 2

I am from the grouchy black cat with white paws who slept curled up with the german shepherd on an old blanket.
I am from the trampoline, wrapped up in a sleeping bag, counting stars and whispering secrets.
I am from the slam of frosty air that hit our bare bodies as we ran out in the snow in our bathing suits from the hot tub.

I am from the primary colors of acrylic paint splattered across the studio floor.
I am from dancing in a frenzy of mad glad exuberance around the bonfire at the end of the backyard lawn. Dann had his accoustic guitar. Juanita and I had just thrown our gr.12 school notebooks into the flames.
I am from the late monday night movies I used to watch with my mom. I hoped that I would be too tired to notice when the next morning rolled around.

I am from the millions of shards of shattered glass that exploded one day when the sliding door was hit by a sharp object.
I am from burying the runt kittens of the litter under a mound of frozen earth next to the red shed.
I am from sitting at the breakfast table sipping hot, strong coffee with cream, silence, and the paper.