I loved Thanksgiving as a child. Playing in my room upstairs at my grandmothers house with the smell of the dinner to come teasing and whispering to me all day while I watched Jimmy Newtron and waiting for my cousins to arrive. But the Thanksgivings of late have been not as much fun to say the least. Now that I'm a teenager and I work in a kitchen every weekend as a job makes me the perfect candidate to take over most of the cooking at Grandma's house. Not only do I have to cook and be an extrovert (which I am not, not even close), answer questions about my future (scary) I have to do the dishes. I HATE THE DISHES. Let me say again I HATE THE DISHES.
Also I maybe one of the few people who hate turkey, but I hate turkey. It is like bad chicken.
So no I honestly don't much care for Thanksgiving, I have to cook and clean while I would rather hide away in my room and watch Jimmy Newtron. (Also it makes work really slow because no one goes out to eat the week of Thanksgiving, they are all traveling to family)
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