when i was a kid: thanksgiving edition

How could I possibly forget Thanksgiving as a kid? I used to love Thanksgiving. Since my family came to America on the Mayflower, it always seemed to have a little extra special meaning to me. Aside from the meaning, I have a lot of different memories from Thanksgiving. I remember the food. I remember dad cutting the turkey and making the side dishes. My favorite, to this day, is my dad's stuffed celery. He uses a blue cheese/cream cheese combination as the celery stuffing. One word: yummy. But the stuffing and cranberry sauce (canned for me please) and olives and pickles and mashed potatoes were all nice extras too! I remember the football. My love for football was probably birthed from Thanksgiving. Dad would take us boys to go watch the Malden-Medford Thanksgiving Day game many times. It is the second longest rivalry in the nation. It was always a fun time. When we weren't at the Malden game, we were playing our own game or watching the NFL. Always the Lions and the Cowboys with home games on Thanksgiving. (They should take that privilege away from the Lions.) I remember the fun. We used to make fun Thanksgiving things in school leading up to the holiday. We used to make Pilgrims hats and Indian headbands. We used to make turkeys using our hands as the outlines. Somebody please explain to me how somebody decided that a hand looks like a turkey. As a kid, I thought it did, but as an adult I look at kids hand-turkeys and think they make the ugliest turkeys known to mankind. "Look kids, a turkey!" Thanksgiving is always a fun time of year. It's also the lead in to Christmas. Nice little bonus. I'm spending this Thanksgiving with Polly's family for the first time. I'm excited to see different traditions but will miss my own. Thanks for reading. Happy Thanksgiving!