Personal Narrative Thanksgiving

There are too many traditions in the world, and each country has specific holidays to celebrate determinate event. When I came to here in March of 2016 I didn’t know about what is to celebrate Christmas, Independence Day or Thanksgiving. By beginning of November in 2015 I heard about Thanksgiving Day and what it means. As soon I knew the reason of why we celebrate Thanksgiving I started to show interest and motivation about this day. I like to be a grateful person, so I was very excited to see how the Americans celebrate this date and to be part of it.

Have you ever thought about what other people do on thanksgiving, compared to you? I know I have. I’ve gathered a lot of information about other people’s thanksgiving and I think it’s pretty fascinating.

On the edge of winter comes November, introducing early evenings, brisk air, and leafless trees, but before winter settles in, Thanksgiving must come in. While there are some constants in the way we observe the day, it is certain that America’s once most treasured holiday has gone down in the past years. Many stores today, are already skipping Thanksgiving, and heading straight to Christmas because retail stores are more concerned with their profits than the bonding time of families across the world. However, it is critically important to understand the benefits Thanksgiving introduces to the world. Whatever one’s view is, people should continue to celebrate Thanksgiving for its strengthening of families, and its benefits to the economy.

The whole 405 crew was meeting up with some guys from Texas. Everyone decided to bring something to eat as it was thanksgiving. Everybody brought their families and the cooking began. While they waited for the meal to be done they raced. Things got a little bit heated in the races but it was all okay.

After that Thanksgiving, my character changed, and people began to notice. I was less stressed, and my positivity began to radiate onto others around me. And when they asked me how I did it, this is how I typically responded: when I am on the verge of worrying about my responsibilities, I think about how privileged I am to live the life I have been given. In the midst of the moments when my troubles become overwhelming, I think of all the other problems I could be facing, but I’m not. The fact is, there is always someone who has it worse off than I do. This has driven my personal emphasis on positivity, tranquility, and global charity. That year, I gave thanks for that Thanksgiving Night for helping me become who I am

After all the yelling ,screaming, fighting, arguing we were finally finished cooking Thanksgiving dinner. While the whole family was getting washed up ,my grandma’s dog Fido entered the kitchen.He was the most spoiled little brat in the world. Every time we tried to get him in trouble he would run and hide under Grandma’s wheelchair. Last, year Fido ate the Thanksgiving turkey, resulting with us going to eat at some funky restaurant. With nothing better to do Fido started sniffing around the kitchen and sure enough he found the turkey. My dad and I kind of knew something like that was going to happen again so we made sure that the turkey was nice and safe in the oven. But, that sure didn’t stop Fido. He kept scratching, growling, and biting

From an early age and without even knowing it, I was able to relate stories from the bible I read in my later years. I have heard some say they grew up poor, and then they would describe their circumstance. One person said they did not receive a new bike at Christmas and the other said they only had turkey and sides at Thanksgiving because their family could not afford to purchase a ham. I would laugh and reply I remember being hungry on Thanksgiving hoping a relative would invite my family over for dinner. After reading the story of Jesus feeding the multitudes with a few fish and a few loaves of bread, I wished Jesus had found and blessed my family when we wondered where our next meal would come from. One example of something similar

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.

The next day, Mrs. Johansen takes the three girls to her brother's home in Gilleleje, where Henrik is a fisherman. They spend a day in the house by the ocean before Henrik says that their Great-aunt Birte died. The service was held that evening. Annemarie didn’t even know she had an aunt, and wants the truth. Uncle Henrik explains the importance of not knowing too much when bravery is needed. That night the coffin arrives and they gather around it. Many more people arrive, but they were all silent. Soon, Peter arrives with the Rosens, who are reunited with Ellen. Soldiers, drawn by the lights, come to the house. They demand that the coffin be opened, a problem since the coffin is empty. Mrs. Johansen thinks quickly and says that her aunt died

The best day, Thanksgiving. My parents are laughing, my cousins are playing. Wait, I think I saw my Uncle Stephen, but...wait is that Aunt Candy too? I stirred from my sleep. I look around and remember, Aunt Candy and Uncle Stephen passed away...and my parents haven’t been together since the divorce.

It's Saturday and you know what that means. I have a dinner date with y/n today. I would say I'm scared or nervous or even calm. Let's just say I'm ready and shaky. I have a plan on what to do tonight. Hopefully it goes throw. If not, then I'll just wing it and see where the night takes us.

I moved to the USA in 2013 and my life turned upside down. These were a new place, new people, and new culture. I have many experiences to remember good and bad both. One of the best things happened to me was I got a chance to follow my dream and became the blogger. In November 2013, I came to know about thanksgiving but I thought it’s all about the sale and Black Friday deals. When I came in contact with Americans then I realize it is actually celebration in which family members come together and have a feast. It is the way to say “THANKS” for all they have done for you and being in your life.

It was a prolonged three months. My heart trembled and my hands twitched while I opened up a box of pregnancy tests. Realizing how hesitant and scared I was, I dropped the first pregnancy test into the toilet. “Plop,” was all I heard; and I inhaled a deep breath of worries. Thank god, I purchased a box that came with two pregnancy tests. Bent down beside the toilet, I grossly grabbed the first test that I had dropped in the toilet and tossed it in the trash. Quickly, I opened the other test, but this time, held it tightly, like my freedom was taken away from me. I slouch on the toilet seat and did my business fearing that my young days were over. As I slowing moved my hand to see the results, I saw two pink lines. My heart sank and I knew

Once when I was about ten years old I can remember sitting in my grandmother's kitchen watching her cook Thanksgiving dinner for my whole family. The aroma of mashed potatoes and stuffing filled the air, as I sat in a hard brown wooden chair in the

I remember this tragedy like it was this morning. My aunt was out of town, so I was staying with my first cousin Andrew. I woke up fairly early for a weekend and had a cup of the best dark roast from Starbucks in my pink and white polka dot coffee cup, along with 2 tablespoons of rich french vanilla creamer. With my coffee, I went to go sit outside to listen to the bird's chirp, get a bit of fresh air and clear my head for the long day ahead of me. In my cousin’s backyard, they have a tall fogged glass patio set, sitting upon the rustic wood patio. Sitting in the backyard made me feel as though it was just me and nature herself, so put together, beautiful and calm. It was black Friday and my cousin and I were going to head to my house for our families traditional pierogi making after breakfast. My mother As well as other family members were already waiting there for our arrival. We got into the car and rolled down the windows and started to play our favorite music.