Where I'm From

I'm from a musical interrupted halfway through for a life-changing event.
I'm from childhood innocence, or perhaps obliviousness would be a better term for me.
I'm from fishing in a pond at the park, and never being able to stomach unhooking the fish.
I'm from learning to ride my bike on the tennis courts and always falling down, only to finally figure it out. I'm still not sure how.
I'm from waking up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons. Lilo and Stitch was my favorite.
I'm from seeing the same people at school, always lingering at the edge of my sight and occasionally crossing fully into my vision.
I'm from long visits up to South Bend in the chilly north, where the rest of my kin live.
I'm from buttons and joysticks, bright colors and fun.
I'm from slipping on a white gi and burning katas into my mind.
I'm from tickling the ebonies and ivories.
I'm from blowing into the same alto saxophone that my sister used to play.
I'm from collections of old Calvin and Hobbes comic strips.
I'm from learning just how my autism sets me apart from others.
I'm from sitting at the lunch table, watching people laugh together.
I'm from playing around with computers in my Tech class.
I'm from snowball fights and forts with the neighborhood kids.
I'm also from watching those same kids grow older alongside myself.
I'm from voyages into a much larger city than my own, and watching it grow smaller in recent days.
I'm from jumping up and down on my old trampoline in the warm weather.
I'm from watching anime in my high school club.
I'm from lingering feelings of dissatisfaction, vainly ignored.
I'm from coming undone after lying to myself for too long.
I'm from getting better, finding the answers I need.
I'm from somehow not minding the greatest challenge still before me.
I'm from standing up and facing the future.