Personal Narrative: Thanksgiving
Family celebration
Thanksgiving
In the fall every year my aunt, uncle, their older kids (from Edmonton) and two cousins (who are at a school at BYU in Utah) all drove to my house for Thanksgiving. My brother, two sisters and i get very enthusiastic and we help every way that can, to give our parents a hand to clean up. We have 2.5 acres of land and a small forest in our yard (which we call the bush [because of its size]). The bush is where my brother and i use our imaginations to build fort and make our outdoor ‘‘man cave’’. Behind our bush is the trans-Canada trail (which we had to sell some our property for it), but it is a great place for lemonade stands for my family to have fun. After the trail is a dirt road that is our shortcut to Blackfalds
Thanksgiving
In the fall every year my aunt, uncle, their older kids (from Edmonton) and two cousins (who are at a school at BYU in Utah) all drove to my house for Thanksgiving. My brother, two sisters and i get very enthusiastic and we help every way that can, to give our parents a hand to clean up. We have 2.5 acres of land and a small forest in our yard (which we call the bush [because of its size]). The bush is where my brother and i use our imaginations to build fort and make our outdoor ‘‘man cave’’. Behind our bush is the trans-Canada trail (which we had to sell some our property for it), but it is a great place for lemonade stands for my family to have fun. After the trail is a dirt road that is our shortcut to Blackfalds