"One day I saw a dead kangaroo on the side of the road."

When I hear the word ‘thanksgiving’, two completely different images appear in my mind. Both my maternal and paternal grandparents live in Lexington, so we celebrate with both sides. With my maternal grandparents, we always celebrate on the Sunday before the actual Thanksgiving. This celebration involves a large amount of extended family that I only see once a year. We eat delicious food and have a good time catching up on what has happened in the last year. But the real Thanksgiving happens with my paternal grandparents. On the actual day of Thanksgiving, we go over to my grandparent’s house around one or two for lunch. My Granny is the best cook ever. She is where I learned the majority of my cooking and baking skills and she will always be my culinary inspiration. After we are done eating, my family, my grandparents, and my uncle’s family read all of the Black Friday Ads together. Once we have digested all of our food, we bring out the board games. This year the game of choice was Sequence. While we sit and talk and play games, my grandma makes dinner for everyone - whatever you want, she will make it. Yeah, she cooks two giant meals in one day all my herself. She’s amazing. After we eat dinner, we watch football and Christmas movies. We just left her house a few minutes ago during a commercial break in Elf. I love both sides of my family so much, and this has been one of the best Thanksgivings that I have ever had.

PS - I get up before the rest of my family every year so that I can watch the whole Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.