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Personal Narrative: Thanksgiving

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The leaves were brown and the weather was cold, but not unbearably cold. The morning had just started and the sun was barely out. I was eight years old at the time and it was Thanksgiving Day, and on top of the various assortment of food, my family and I had relatives coming to our house to partake in this Thanksgiving feast. My mother had gotten numerous amounts of groceries from the store throughout the week, including potatoes, green beans, cranberry sauce, mix for stuffing, a humongous ham, and to top it if we had the staple for every Thanksgiving, a turkey. I could already smell the scent of a honey baked ham in the oven as I got out of bed and started my day in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, then proceeded to the kitchen where I saw my mom involved with the seasoning of the turkey, along with other various goods for Thanksgiving on the counter. We shared our usual morning talks, with an added “Happy Thanksgiving” then I continued to the living room where my little sister, and step father were already watching the Thanksgiving parade. I wasn’t as interested in that kind …show more content…

As usual the relatives were happy to see my family and I, and after seeing everybody and hanging around inside for a little bit. My grandmother stayed inside with my mother too cook, and the rest of us transitioned into my backyard where I had another enjoyable experience. There was a rope in my backyard, and this rope was a modern day iPhone. I would swing on this rope for countless hours day after day having the time of my life. This time it was different however, because I had my relatives there, and they would push me on it propelling me even further up making the experience of swinging on this rope even more enjoyable. Out of all the moments that day this is the one that I can remember the most

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