Nicole Loy- Assignment 14

My Thanksgiving is often spent in Charlotte, North Carolina, visiting my cousins. Almost every year we take the long trek in our cars to come together as a family. We then do the typical American Thanksgiving full of food, laughter, and more food. However we don’t watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade (we like our beauty sleep), and we do argue, as one would expect with a family full of lawyers and doctors (hint: both occupations come with huge egos). We all may be Democrats, yet we still manage to argue over politics, business, and more. While Thanksgiving may be a favorite holiday of many, it’s not quite a favorite of mine. I don’t like the food and I feel like it divides our family. Also, Thanksgiving is cruel. The holiday celebrates good times with Native Americans- one of several people we have screwed over. While Thanksgiving isn’t my favorite holiday, I do have some pretty eventful memories from it. About seven years ago on our way to Charlotte, my mom, brother, and myself had the unfortunate incident of running over a bear. We were in the middle of the Virginian mountains and the bear walked into the road at nighttime, leaving no time for my mother to react. This event was not only terrifying, but our family was distraught, as we love animals. I would say this is my strangest memory from the holiday, as running into bears isn’t the most common thing. People often run over deer, not bears, so this event was pretty shocking.