Assignment 14

I do thoroughly enjoy thanksgiving. My thanksgiving looks like driving up to a rustic cabin-looking house in the middle of Elizabethtown, Kentucky. My thanksgiving looks like eating in a wood-covered kitchen surrounded by a chattering family, where the plates of historic food mesh so well with plastic two-liters of various soft drinks. My thanksgiving is standing in front of a tiny television in a cozy basement, surrounded by the trophies and miscellaneous things of a child that had left for college a long time ago. My thanksgiving is trying to amuse myself after the first two hours are spent catching up and what not. In this wooded island in a sea of trees, I look out at this wonderful wilderness and am angry that it is too cold or too dark to do anything outside. My thanksgiving is breaking down and sitting down next to my sister and redneck cousin, both watching her talk about how her latest boyfriend is the "one." It is extremely interesting. My strangest memory? My strangest memory was sitting in front of the tiny television and watching the strangest movie for a ten-year old, "Congo." It was about killer gorillas or something.