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I wanted to leave so I did I left to be free. I'm Arnald the turkey. I was in a pen for what seemed like forever. I ran away because they said Thanksgiving was coming. They said they would pick the meatiest one of all the turkeys on the farm. I new I was the one. I had heard of this dredful holiday but I had never experanst it. So I knew I had to plan my escape. So my plan was to go in the hole were Peter the pig goes poo-poo. And travel under ground until I saw another hole. I went up and I felt like I was in a different world. Then I saw a man I was to tired to run but he did not want me for Thanksgiving. I'm so glad I ran
away.
Well, my escape plan failed. I was able to escape to the woods but later that evening I realized I could never make the long journey alone in the woods with no food or water.
I can’t hold in my excitement as I run to the foyer. Mom looks at me worriedly, but I ignore her and throw open the door before the person standing behind it can knock. He looks at me with boredom lacing his expression, obviously expecting my weird gift to tell the future. I quickly hug him and grab his pale hand, pulling him outside. Tonight is Halloween, and the only time my pale blonde friend visits me. He’s my first and only friend, so I don’t mind that he doesn’t play with me the other three hundred sixty-something days in the year.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
Thanksgiving is a national holiday that is celebrated in the United States. It is celebrated once a year on the fourth Thursday in November. This is a day that families gather together with one another, and in most homes a roast turkey is served with gravy and several other common dishes such as, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, fresh corn, oyster stuffing, bread stuffing, cranberry stuffing, fruit, cranberry sauce, salad, rolls, corn bread, vegetables of all sorts, apple pie, cherry pie, pumpkin pie and many other things.
As Thanksgiving is approaching, I reflect back to when I was younger and the traditions we use to have. I spent many years at Grandma and Grandpa Fischer’s house with my entire family for Thanksgiving. Memories of food, naps, the Macy’s Day Parade, and Christmas decorations bounce into my head making me wish I was little again. Some traditions have changed, but for the most part they have remained the same.
Holiday dinners are well known for the staple meats like turkeys, hams or roast beefs, I find that abnormally too traditional for my taste. What I love about holiday dinners are the warm gatherings with my family, the sometimes tottering uncertainty of outside guests and enthusiasm for surprise dishes. My favorite holiday dinner has always been Thanksgiving. I have always attended these holiday dinners without a plus one, there would be an awkward exception Thanksgiving of 2004. Thanksgiving of 2004 I thought to myself “Why not bring an extra watering mouth to feed? Thanksgiving is supposed to be about assembly with outsiders. At least that is what the history book pictures displayed.”. So I invited James. I figured drop a few light weighted
I am what my uncle always calls a “Half-baked cake”. I was born in India, raised in Kuwait, cultured in America, and am currently living in Qatar. Although one would say that’s only four countries, I was transferred to different ovens while still being baked.
The Tuesday of Thanksgiving break my sophomore year my best friends Cassandra Johnson a.k.a. Cass and Emilie Oesterle a.k.a. Half O and I all had one crazy night. It started out leaving SJA and heading to Emilie’s to get her some clothes then to Cass’s. We all changed out of our school uniforms and into casual clothes. After changing we went on Cass’s porch and started smoking weed. All three of us flirted with these senior guys, Thompson Hinman, Jimmy Partel, and Alex Sarrirs. These guys were always together, they were best friends. Each of us had “our” guy. Meaning we each preferred one guy over the other. Cass had Thompson, Emilie had Jimmy and I had Alex. With these guys we’d flirt and send them sexy pics, etc. etc. I can’t remember eating
So there I was getting ready to cut the pumpkin and then it started to glow. “Oh look a newcomer, let me start from the beginning of the story”. It was three days before Halloween Michael and I were going to the farm to pick up a pumpkin for our Halloween party to make my famous pumpkin pie for the party. We went creepy looking farm and when we got there we thought just decorations Halloween. Farmer Jason was there to greet us when we entered the gates. We went to fields to find a pumpkin. There was nothing there. We decided to go to the corn maze the skeletons in there looked a little too real to me. Michael said he had fun, so i guess that is all that matters really. After we got out of the maze Farmer Jason was there to greet us and he ad found a pumpkin for us. It was exactly what we wanted for our pie big, plump, and ripe. When we got to buy the Pumpkin Jason says “Be careful with that pumpkin they usually don’t stay that ripe a long period of time.”
As I stepped out of the airport, I could feel a sense of relief lifting away from my father 's face. Finally, my family and I were officially free from the constraints of a country that limited our sense of freedom. Now we were entering a new country where religious liberty was greatly encouraged. Despite all the new found freedom, life proved to be difficult for both my family and me. I now had to adjust to this new world, which was filled with various English dialects and new cultures. Making friends was especially hard, for now, I was the strange kid at school with parents who had funny accents and weird clothes. As my homesickness grew, I was reminded about the last moments I spent in my home country of Yemen. Yemen was filled with religious
The winter season was upon us. Snow fell, Christmas decorations were up, and our spirits were high. My brother, Milan, and I loved the holiday season. Spending time with our family, opening gifts, playing in the snow; it was all like a dream come true. Every year, we made our own wish lists, decorating them in green and red stickers. Although, for the last few years, all we wanted was one simple gift, in our opinion. It was a puppy. A puppy that would run around in our house and backyard, tennis ball stuffed in his mouth and the look of joy on his cute puppy dog face. It was the only thing I truly ever wanted; however, my parents constantly stressed that it was too much of a responsibility since my brother and I were at a fairly young age.
On November 22, 2015 me,and my family spent time together over the Thanksgiving holidays, and we had a bunch of fun.
I looked at the clock. 11:36 oh no late yet again. “Mom!” I hollered so she could hear me it is 11:36! I got silence. I meandered my way into the kitchen to see how the pecan pie was going. I glanced at the oven timer and lit up in green counting down was 30 minutes. “Mom!” I said “we are going to be late at grandma’s house!” “Well there is nothing I can do about it,” she replied. Ok I sighed this thanksgiving already should have started and now here I was waiting for three pecan pies to get cooked. I sat on the floor and watched the Macy’s thanksgiving day parade. Finally commercial break came and I followed the smell of pecan pie into the kitchen. My mom had just taken it out of the oven and it was still not as firm as she
As I had expected I was the first person to wake up in my family,
watching how to make it off PBS. So we first drilled a hole on one end of the