WHERE I'M FROM....

I am from the back roads and small towns, from the Tygart River that flows under the covered bridge as fast as people can get to the market.

I am from the door is always open, dinner on the table, and a place where there is always something to do when there isn’t anything to do.

I am from the oak trees over a sparkling campfire, and “remember that time”
I am from the sound of the river and the train going through town in the distance, from mom and dad fixing steaks on the grill with the sound of a basketball bouncing underneath .

I am from the back packing trips and stories of how we grew up.
From drinking the water from the crick, and always wanting to swim when it’s hot. I am from loving one another no matter how they might treat us.

I am from Philippi West Virginia, where the corn on the cob and homemade potato salad always go hand and hand.

From the “matt always wanted to go to the pool, even though we were in Disney world, to Nathan always beating him in everything.

I am from knowing every face in this small place. I am from creeks and streams, and outdoor movie screens. I am from “howdy neighbor,” to “can you do me a favor?” I am from fishing, biking, running and swimming. I am from the outdoors, screen doors and everything in between. I’m from HOME, and that is where I’m from.