Personal Narrative Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Memoir I was waiting in the car my mom was driving. I saw my brother sleeping so I could not play with him so I went back to sleep. My mom was calling” Ben Ben Ben!” I woke up, I was very drowsy It was time to get out of the car. My mom and dad were still waiting for my brother to get out of the car so I just waited. For 5 minutes I stood waiting for my brother to wake up.When my brother finally woke up feeling sleepy we headed to the front door and stepped over the threshold to see my relatives.

This year Thanksgiving is on November 23,2017. Every year my family Thanksgiving is the best, to me at least. So we always have Thanksgiving at my Grandmas and Grandpas, but not this year we are having it at my house. Which I mean could be good and bad. Good is it is at my house so it’s cool and bad, the house has to be completely spotless or my mom will freak out. Normally what we do every year is we get my family together and have dinner, mess around, and watch football. This year my dad's brother is coming with his three daughters and his wife and my grandpa and grandma. I really can’t wait to see them all because I don't really see them that much as I would like to. When we have a family dinner like this we always have a lot of food for everyone.

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

Youngstown so I could try and be a state champ in the sport of wrestling. It took about 4 hours and 30 min to get there. Then we were on our way to wrestle in a big tournament with boys and girls from all over the united states of america. The arena is as big as the Bengals or the Cowboys stadium. Once we got to the arena, I couldn't eat until after I weighed 90 pounds or under. If I didn't make that weight I couldn't wrestle and we would have to go all the way back home. But I made it at the weight of 88.3 lbs. And I was so happy. After all that we went and ate at this really cool pizza place where you can make your own pizza it smells very good. The waiters bring

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.

Thanksgiving is a time for family, food and reminiscing about all the good times. At the Fitzgerald household only two things matter most. Food and Monopoly. We've played the painstakingly long game every year since I was seven, and I would always lose. Naturally, when my uncle busted out the game, I was ready to back out and save the small dignity that I still had.

My week was going great, Thanksgiving was only a few days away. I planned to go to the grocery store later this evening. I didn't think twice about going to the store at night since Trevor was locked away. I could finally let my hair down and enjoy myself. I was happy as a pig in cool mud. I had a chance to talk to Mark this morning while Shay went out and got us some breakfast. Now Johaly and I were on the way to do some furniture shopping. Most of the stores were having Black Friday sales earlier this year for some reason.

For my first Thanksgiving as host, I bought the biggest turkey they had in the store, it was just over 100 dollars. I had to get help to just carry it to my car because it was so heavy, once we got it to my car, I asked the man that helped me, where that strangely huge turkey came from and how old it was. The man responded and told me that it came from Kuck’s Turkey Farm in Ohio and told me that it was just over 10. I asked him if that was old for a turkey and he told me that it was a very old age to send a turkey to the butcher. I then asked him why and he told me that the turkey will become tough and have a gamy taste the older it gets. I then left thinking if I should’ve even bought the turkey to begin with.

As we enter the holiday season, I want to extend Happy Thanksgiving greetings to my family and friends!! All of us, whether or not we realize it, have so much to be thankful for. I am extremely excited and thankful for the opportunity I have been given to pursue a PhD. I have been working hard at achieving this goal for what seems like a lifetime (but, in all actuality, it’s only been three and a half years). Lol The journey, however, has not been without bumps and bruises; but, all in all, it has been extremely rewarding and, with your continued love and support, I am certain I will make it through this program. Therefore, I guess you can say that I have been richly blessed this Thanksgiving. More importantly, I would like to give thanks

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.

When Thanksgiving Break comes, the last thing anyone wants to think about is family drama, ways of speech, and slang. Days before Thanksgiving, I always find myself studying slang that I have never heard of and singing songs that I would’ve never imagined myself listening to. All to fit in with my family. I rarely see my family, but when I do, I try to make it enjoyable. My family lives pretty far away and we have always been raised in two different environments. I live in Avon, “Home of the rich white kids”, they like to say. They live on the East Side of Indianapolis, “Home of the gang violence and shootings”, I always say back. Though it is the same state, it feels like we have been raised in two different worlds.

I longed to spend time with my father. One night after school, I went up to my Dad nervously not knowing how he would react and ask him if he would like to play checkers with me, like we normally did. Following this, he screamed at me, told me to go to my room, and told me to leave him alone. I went to my room full of sadness and emotional pain feeling betrayed by

Did you know that Pilgrims and the Indians made the day of Thanksgiving on November 29 1623? Well, if you did than that’s great. I wrote about Thanksgiving because it's the holiday that our family always cherishes. Sometimes I would watch cooking channels to learn how to cook Thanksgiving food for my family. It's really what we do every Thanksgiving.

One day, my siblings and I were over at our dad’s house for a short visit. My older brother Andrew was six years old, me, five years old, and my younger sister, who was two years old. No matter how often our dad was in our lives, we never had anger towards him, because those short moments that we go to see him were always a blast. The day consisted of long games of wrestling and pillow fights and laughter and the best kind of tickle-torture. We watched movies and pigged out on all sorts of unhealthy treats. Being four years old, I don’t remember anything more than pure happiness in those moments. The visit with was action-packed and everything we dreamed it to be-- until we all fell

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was