Flying around like a heroic fighter pilot on my dad’s well built shoulders,
Crawling through tunnels built from mountainous piles of snow; Massachusetts was not at all easy to let go.
I started a new adventure in the heroic state of Texas,
Cowboys, Indians, filled the imagination.
Too young to know what was going on at home, I spent my days rounding up outlaws with my dog, Ranger,
Most of the time riding him like a bucking bronco.
I come from the place where we filled empty canoes with water just to escape the heat.
Climbing, jumping, getting injured was all a part of a normal day,
Yet always being cleaned up in time for the freshly cooked meals that left the house with the smell of smoked chicken.
Leaving Hutto left us starting a new journey in Ohio,
Mountains and streams thriving in abundance
Slipping and sliding on the soft, wet grass,
Trying to hit one more home run before the dark rainstorms hit once again.
In the summer, the river became the afternoon delight,
Although not clear,
The murky water sent shivers from your toes to your ears.
I come from the place where stories of catfish larger than cars haunt the kids still laughing and splashing water down by the river.
Settling down once again in the Great, Majestic state of Texas,
We looked forward to the taste of freshly cooked brisket
With the juices slowly melting away from the meat
and the pleasant, peaceful days of fall
When the quiet wind blows in your hair while you relax outside.
Where I come from God and family are most important,
Allowing happiness, laughter, and peace to be found at our home.
Although scuffles are destined to happen,
We were taught to be peacemakers which quickly stops fights
Allowing each other to recognize the wrongs we had made.
Where I come from, six brothers worked together to help each other
While the little sister watched as we all slowly grew up.
Once seven in the house,
The boys left one by one,
Slowly walking onto the worn driveway just to step inside the famous Schene-wagon.
Only 4 now remained in the peaceful abode.
Where I come from,
family always returns to greet their family with embracing hugs and joyous laughter.
Playing games all night while dreading the morning when the elder siblings pack tightly into a car and return to the busy, ongoing airport.
I come from the place where we were taught to live life happily
Enjoying all that we are blessed with.
Taught to live life without any regrets in order to bring others happiness.
Taught to become a good husband that is always home when needed.
Taught to one day become a loving dad who wraps his arms around his children.
Where I come from, we believe in changing the world by bringing happiness to the lives around us.
Crawling through tunnels built from mountainous piles of snow; Massachusetts was not at all easy to let go.
I started a new adventure in the heroic state of Texas,
Cowboys, Indians, filled the imagination.
Too young to know what was going on at home, I spent my days rounding up outlaws with my dog, Ranger,
Most of the time riding him like a bucking bronco.
I come from the place where we filled empty canoes with water just to escape the heat.
Climbing, jumping, getting injured was all a part of a normal day,
Yet always being cleaned up in time for the freshly cooked meals that left the house with the smell of smoked chicken.
Leaving Hutto left us starting a new journey in Ohio,
Mountains and streams thriving in abundance
Slipping and sliding on the soft, wet grass,
Trying to hit one more home run before the dark rainstorms hit once again.
In the summer, the river became the afternoon delight,
Although not clear,
The murky water sent shivers from your toes to your ears.
I come from the place where stories of catfish larger than cars haunt the kids still laughing and splashing water down by the river.
Settling down once again in the Great, Majestic state of Texas,
We looked forward to the taste of freshly cooked brisket
With the juices slowly melting away from the meat
and the pleasant, peaceful days of fall
When the quiet wind blows in your hair while you relax outside.
Where I come from God and family are most important,
Allowing happiness, laughter, and peace to be found at our home.
Although scuffles are destined to happen,
We were taught to be peacemakers which quickly stops fights
Allowing each other to recognize the wrongs we had made.
Where I come from, six brothers worked together to help each other
While the little sister watched as we all slowly grew up.
Once seven in the house,
The boys left one by one,
Slowly walking onto the worn driveway just to step inside the famous Schene-wagon.
Only 4 now remained in the peaceful abode.
Where I come from,
family always returns to greet their family with embracing hugs and joyous laughter.
Playing games all night while dreading the morning when the elder siblings pack tightly into a car and return to the busy, ongoing airport.
I come from the place where we were taught to live life happily
Enjoying all that we are blessed with.
Taught to live life without any regrets in order to bring others happiness.
Taught to become a good husband that is always home when needed.
Taught to one day become a loving dad who wraps his arms around his children.
Where I come from, we believe in changing the world by bringing happiness to the lives around us.
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