Every year in honor of Thanksgiving my family finds a Native American family and kicks them out of their house so we can live in it and call it ours. We in the Gross house strongly believe in reinacting history as a celebration for that holiday. For Christmas my mom delivers a baby boy in someone's barn and makes my brothers and I walk the state of Kentucky to bring him gifts that he won't use as a baby. If you don't believe me, then great job because none of this is true. My normal Thanksgiving is a normal Thanksgiving where the entire family comes over to sit around a table and make comments about how I won't eat turkey. I myself do not enjoy this terrible food and for some reason, no one in my family can live with that fact. I usually have 5 or 6 rolls with dinner while everyone stares at me with astonishment. For this reason, I don't really enjoy Thanksgiving. Every year Thanksgiving is pretty much the same boring event for me so I don't really have a WONDERFUL memory of it. Although one time after being forced to shove turkey down my throat we did go see a James Bond movie in theatres so I guess that was pretty cool.
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