Thanksgiving is definitely the best holiday. The premise of it anyways, I am not referring to the very real dark history surrounding it. If you were to disregard the terrible things we Americans did many years ago, I feel that what we teach on thanksgiving is very important. Thanksgiving is often times grouped into “The holidays”, along with Christmas, and Hanukkah, and others. Most of these holidays revolve around giving gifts. Spending lots of money and having to figure out what to give to the people that mean the most to you. Talk about stress. Thanksgiving on the other hand, is all about spending time together, and instead of giving gifts, everyone gives thanks to those around them. What better way to show the people you love how much they mean to you, than by saying thank you. I feel as if this gesture is infinitely more meaningful than any material gifts I could be given on Christmas.
When I think of Thanksgiving, I imagine myself tasting mac n cheese, green bean casserole, and a deep fried turkey. I smell the cold autumn breeze, and the aroma of the pie we aren’t allowed to eat yet. I see my entire family together, playing games and talking to each other, enjoying each other’s company. I hear people singing karaoke in one room, and playing dance games in another. And I feel…fantastic.
The Story Behind the Story
I chose this assignment because my favorite holiday, was not able to be celebrated this year. I have a very large family and we typically have large get togethers on both Thanksgiving and Christmas, but because of the immense about of amazing food typically made on Thanksgiving, it has always been my favorite of the two.
I thought it would be a great idea to go through each of the 5 senses and describe exactly what Thanksgiving means to me. Talking about the food I ate, things I would hear in the background, people I would see, and even the familiar smells is so nostalgic for me. I guess as you get older holidays start to lose their “magic” feeling. Similar to “the good old days” which is something older people say commonly. But honestly, the magic of the old days I think is really just evidence of being children and having nothing to worry about. No responsibilities, no deadlines, no expectations. I hope one day I can experience a new Thanksgiving in the way I used to feel about them as a child.
Narrating the Process
I did not have much trouble writing up this assignment because of how important it is to me. I enjoyed having the chance to share something special to me, especially since I was not able to celebrate this year.