Personal Narrative- Eventful Thanksgiving Essay -- Personal Narrative

Personal Narrative- Eventful free graceThe crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- foot pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I helped my mom identify her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my dark blue pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmothers house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and pappa, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the lodge of us to find entertainment of our own. Upon their departure, my mom began gathering dis...