I am from the band hall.

I am from converse and skinny jeans.

I am from the beautiful colors of the Texas panhandle sunrise.

I am from the fields of cotton and the bluebonnets in my great grandfather's backyard.

I am from the summers on the river, from late night goofy laughs, from Wilson's, from Hunsakers', from Harris'.

I am from never ending laughter and stupid arguments.

I am from, "Rub some dirt on it," and, "Walk it off."

I am from a loving Father that sent His only son to save us.

I am from Childress, Texas.

From home-made lasagna and my Oma's chocolate chip cookies with pecans.

From "PENNY CAN!!" and 11.

I am a very country family and very city friends who love me like a sister.

I am from the permanent smell of the band hall, and always having bobby pins in my pocket.

I am from breakout sessions in my living room at the most random time.

I am from 30-second dance parties and 12 different songs stuck in my head.

I am from Team left Twix, team cream of the Oreo, and team Jacob from Twilight.

I am from randomly being hit by a 6-foot pole.

I am from tall iced white chocolate mocha lattes.

But most of all I am from a town that loves me, a town called Canyon, Texas.