Thanksgiving is one
of my favorite times of the year. It’s one of the only times I get to see all
of my dad’s family together. The whole family travels to my grandparents’ house
in Atlanta, where we spend the week catching up with each other. Sure,
sometimes questions about college and career plans can be awkward (did they
have these answers figured out when they were a junior? If so, could they
please enlighten me?), but I know all the questions come from a feeling of excitement
for me. I love getting to see my many cousins.
A couple years ago I found I’ve graduated to the older cousin’s group,
who love to stay up late playing games and watching movies. It’s become a sort
of tradition to gather all the beanbags in the house and move to the garage
some nights, because the group can get rather loud, and we all have nightmares
about waking up Grandpa – he’ll lumber from his bedroom like a bear and snarl “quiet
down” before retreating, and the farther past one in the morning, the louder
his snarl becomes (understandably, to be sure). We were glad to find the garage
was sound-proof enough to hold us. Two in the morning, nestled in bean bags
with my cousins, laughing about absolutely nothing will probably always be one
of my fondest memories.
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