This ones for you, cj.

A Poem by shan koch.

I come from, "CHRIS LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!" To the rope swings and the firefly catching, to the slip'n' slide & chalk.

I come from the "DONT JUMP FROM THERE" to the "DONT KILL IT OR IM TELLING" to the "lets ask mom if she will take us to dairy queen.. "PLEASE MOM PLEASE WE'VE BEEN GOOD"

I come from the "Odd parents fairly odd parents," "Prepare to countdown ROCKET POWER," "Hey Arnold, move it football head," to "just a feline canine little cat dog."

I come from the back yard bonfires, to the tall trees and corn. To the "Just climb up here you big baby" and the "HOLD ON IM SCARED."

I come from the tree forts, rope swings, and lawnmower races, to the "what should we make next?" to the long summer nights, firefly chasing & the smell of the hot grill.

I come from the "CHRISTIAN, SHANNON, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, THREE.. TWO..ONE!" to the "THIS IS YOUR FAULT," "NO ITS YOURS!"

I come from the vegetable fights in the garden to smashing them with baseball bats in the side yard, to the throwing apples at cars, and jumping off roofs of everything.

I come from a close family, to the hugs goodbye as my brother leaves for college, to the flashbacks that I still remember and think about every day, to the texts reading.. "i miss you too brother, come home soon ok?"

This ones for you, cj. I love you.