Walking Dead Traditions

It can be argued that traditions, as well the people who participate in them, are what make families different. There are many different kinds of traditions. They can be formed anytime, and for any reason. They can be as simple as watching TV together while everyone is on their phone, or as complicated as a traditional Chinese wedding. Traditions are fun, and they can bring families together. The tradition that I can count on happening at least once a day is a mean joke between my stepmom, dad, and siblings. Whenever someone asks for something, you reply with, “no” wait a few seconds then give it to them. It has been a thing that my family does since I can recall. Because of this tradition, I believe I have become more sarcastic. While I realize
Before I begin to tell the story I should preface with this; Kyla has wanted to watch The Walking Dead for a long time. I am terrified of most things. Zombies, creepy guys, things jumping out at you, abandoned anything, moths, guts, the woods during the day, the woods at night, moths, stressful situations. Normal stuff for an episode of the Walking Dead. The tradition started one night after a Linganore football game. Kyla and I get out of our uniforms, and put them back. After saying bye to a few people, we leave the auditorium and go out into the D Wing of Linganore. Outside the doors of the auditorium sitting in a chair, legs crossed, phone in hand, sits my stepmom, Nikki. She looks up from her phone, asks if we are ready. We say no and leave. While in the car, Nikki announces over the music turned up to full blast, that we [Kyla, her, and dad] were going to watch The Walking Dead, and that if I wanted to join, I was welcome to. Not wanting to feel left out, I accept the offer and try to mentally prepare myself for what was going to ensue. That night we stayed up until one in the morning watching The Walking Dead, and thus a tradition was born. It is a way for the family, not including my little brother, Miles, to spend some time together. We do not usually spend time together without Miles around, and we always have fun when we
My family celebrates Christmas. Christmas is my personal favorite holiday, for mostly selfish reasons, but reasons none the less. On Christmas Eve we start by going to my grandparents house and having a big dinner and opening stockings that my grandma hand made for us when we were born. Then when we get home the first thing we do is unload the stuff from our grandparents house and get ready for bed. My siblings and I go into our parents bedroom and get on Santa Tracker immediately so we know when we should go to bed. This year that might change though, becuase Miles, my little brother, knows about Santa now. We find a Christmas movie or two then settle down on the floor or bed. Usually we watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas and Elf. We watch How The Grinch Stole Christmas because when we first started the tradition that is what we watched and the second movie because it is our favorite Christmas movie us. The tradition started one year when for Christmas we got new furniture for our rooms and we could not be in our rooms while they were putting the furniture together. Basically the tradition started as a trick and we liked it so much, we thought, let's do it again next year a couple of times. I suppose that is how most traditions start though. The idea behind the tradition is that we all wake up together and we all see the presents at the same