I come from the bagpipes of Blair Atholl.
I come from the windy hills of Glen Lyon.
I come from my mum and dad.
I come from my mum's womb.
I come from a pony's field.
I come from Christmas the most wonderful time of the year .
I come from a big room and a big bed.
I come from outside and the snow.
I come from all the horse riders.
I come from my dad tackling the heaver on the hills .
I come from my mum at the bottom of Glen Lyon caching sheep.
I come from my granny how she is so sweet.
I come from my friend swimming in the river just like me.
By Kayla