Personal Narrative Essay Over My Thanksgiving Vacation

It was finally friday! Both turkeys were done and they smelled delicious. Sydney and I were starting on the mashed potatoes and my older brother Chris decided it would be funny to hit me with a rolled up dish towel. That hurt so bad! It also left a welp. The cooking potatoes smell and the turkey smell made the house have a wonderful smelling aroma. It was finally time to eat, I was really happy because I had been cooking all day! I was looking at all of the smiling people at the table and smiled. I was really happy. My Thanksgiving Break was

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The darkness consumed my cousin, but not completely. A part of me did not want to believe that she committed a mass murder and maybe, just maybe it was someone else. But the proof that the police needed was all there. We weren’t that close but it pained me to know that someone who i thought to be as a kind and caring person could kill people.

Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.

My siblings and I raced out the front door. Our grandma, Mimi, was finally here! The weather was just beginning to cool off. The trees outside rustled in the crisp breeze. I love Thanksgiving. Family together, cool weather, and the scent of pumpkin spice filling rooms.

I’m going to give you an example of my most memorable Thanksgiving. This goes back to four years ago. I believe I was in the seventh grade around this time. Thanksgiving was at my grandmother's house that year. So everyone definitely came for the food. The problem was that my two aunties weren’t getting along at that time. One came up from Florida and the other came up from Jamaica. My aunty Darrett was from Jamaica and my auntie Reds is from Florida. They were my grandma’s sisters. Now imagine being in a house on a holiday with two of your family members not speaking. Once it was time for us to eat we all was

“Every Thanksgiving I travel to Saint Louis Missouri to stay with my grandmother. Our first day off school for Thanksgiving break, be begin packing for our trip. I had ordered a black Columbia jacket that was supposed to arrive that Wednesday, so I hoped it would come before we left. My brother in college comes to decatur and brings his dog Dino (pronounced deno) so we can travel together. That day all we had to do was wait on my brother Anthony to come back from his Richland classes. It took a couple more hours than we were expecting, and everyone got impatient. I felt slightly ticked but also glad my jacket came before we left.

This year Thanksgiving was an awesome experience as this year my family hosted the Thanksgiving Dinner for the first time after we moved into our own place. I helped my mother to cook the turkey and make other arrangements for

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My family and I drive from Brownstown to Rochester, to eat at my aunt’s house. We are supposed to arrive at three o’clock, but due to my mom’s inability to be on time, we are usually forty-five minutes late. When I step into the front door to my aunt’s house, my mouth begins to water. I can smell the strong aromas coming from the kitchen. I am then greeted at the door by the two small dogs yapping hello to me. I take off my shoes and proceed to the living room to say hello to the rest of the family. We then talk for awhile while my uncle finishes up the turkey. When the turkey is done we all rush to the counter to get the first plate. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, green beans, sausage, rolls, it is all there, waiting for us to devour it. Once the rush is over and everyone is seated at the table, we bow our heads and thank God for the wonderful food we have been blessed with. After we have all eaten and the family is done pounding me with questions regarding my future, my cousins, siblings, and I all clean off the table and wash the dishes. Once the dishes are done and our stomachs are stuffed, we pack up some of the left overs and head back

Every thanksgiving I would go to my granny house house on my daddy side to eat, chill, and joan with that side of the family. Then a couple hours later when everybody's starting to leave I go to my other granny house. Since she and my grandpa has passed it doesn't seem like thanksgiving without them being here.I loved going to see them and the other side of the family that I haven't seen in awhile. There was always a holiday party she threw every year. Every year my granny knew I loved her cheesecake so she would put up a whole one for

The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.

It was November 26, 2013 (I was in sixth grade) and my grandma (great grandma) was coming down with something. I thought it was the stomach flu, but we weren’t sure. One of the main things that popped into my mind was that Thanksgiving is only two days away. What about Thanksgiving? My grandma normally cooks Thanksgiving with the help from my mom, who the next morning was also sick. (And you are probably wondering, no I do not live with my grandma, me some of my siblings and cousins spend the night at her house around holidays) So now the two people that cook Thanksgiving dinner for about twenty people, are sick.

He’s in his home looking outside the window on a rainy day tell me he says. Tell me a story from my childhood .

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and