Where+I'm+From-+Molly

I am from buttons that only my parents can conquer, from an old microwave that never really worked and the huge, expressive eyes of Japanese manga I am from the old red sandbox in the driveway that disappeared somehow (My little sister tried to eat some sand, I think.) I am from little adventures in the kitchen, a tiny fire, a new dish invented, and the pixelated, colorful frogs of my absolute favorite iPad game (their genetics, though computerized, just as complicated as yours or mine) from scraping my knee running from my insane neighbor's fence, from rolling in the softness of the bed, pretending to be a fossa, and my hair, sticky and wet from sweat, after an especially hard and tense soccer game And in a dream-box, silver like the moon I stored these moments evermore- dreams come real, dreams to be reached for- laughter, friendship, hope and learning when to let go- like pictures in a camera, little things, seen once but remembered time and time again, Forever (or as long as we can.)