Chris Saporito

I am from a pig shaped cookie jar guarding over the kitchen from the counter top

I am from a backyard made into a whiffle ball field, and from the porch mom is calling out, “five minutes until dinner!”

I am from a blanket that could never leave my side

I am from a family of worriers and stubborn personalities

I am from a hobbyist, hairdresser that drinks bourbon and watches old western movies.

I am from a family of pasta lovers

I am from the smell of home made sauce and meatballs cooking on a Sunday

I am from the blues and whites of the Wildcats

I am from a family where “quitting and giving up is not part of who we are”

I am from knowing that being honest with what I want and hard work will pay off in the long run

I am from the fresh paint and cut grass of the Shawsheen Fields getting ready for Saturdays’ games

I am from those moments that will shape how I will always be regardless of the continuous change that life brings