Flying Turkeys - Jasa Harris

I guess I enjoy Thanksgiving, but it’s not my favorite holiday. In the past we would usually have Thanksgiving at my great-grandma’s house, but since her house is tiny and our family just keeps getting bigger, we have been going to my Aunt’s house in the middle of nowhere part of Harrodsburg. Me and my sisters and mom get to her house that Wednesday before so we can help clean it up. We clean and clean and clean, which is really annoying. And then when Thanksgiving comes we clean some more and help prepare the food because my Aunt and grandma cook everything pretty much. Then a bunch of family comes from Alabama, Georgia and Cincinnati and none of my cousins that are my age come anymore, so it’s always a bunch of little kids and old people, and all the adults talk about is Obama, which is also really annoying.  And then I don’t even really like Thanksgiving food, I literally eat Turkey, green beans and sweet potatoes, that’s it. But I guess it’s still fun, I get to see all my Aunt’s cats and watch a bunch of her movies because she owns every single movie that’s ever been created.