My Family Traditions- Alyssa Creed
When I heard we had to write an essay about family traditions, I wasn’t sure what I should do. Should I tell the truth and reveal the fact that my family doesn’t have any traditions? That would make for a very boring essay. Should I make one up and BS my way through the entire thing? You are a horrible liar, don’t even go there! Should I steal someone else’s family tradition and call it my own? Next, on “America’s Most Wanted”, a girl who has made a living off of stealing. Does she rob money, jewels or extra large televisions? Oh no, she takes family traditions from innocent civilians!} As you can probably tell, I was completely stuck. Until an intriguing thought popped into my head—why not just do all of the above?
Like I mentioned before, my family doesn’t have a special tradition. When I was assigned this essay, I went to my mother, hoping that we did have a tradition that I just overlooked! Needless to say, I was back at square one—she couldn’t think of any! I then began to look to my peers for help, which resulted in the usual, “Just say something obvious, like, ‘On the twenty-fifth day of December, my family opens presents that are left underneath an artificial tree by an obese man who has some strange obsession with red clothes and non-existent animals who can fly’!” That wasn’t much help either. I began to ponder why we didn’t have a tradition to call our own and came up with several logical reasons. One, my dad was in the Air Force while I was growing up, so we always seemed to move from place to place. I feel that many people that have family traditions were around their family most of the time, but since we were on the other side of the world, we couldn’t really spend time with our relatives. I hate saying it, but my immediate family and my extended family aren’t really amigos. There was some sort of ongoing fight with my dad’s side of the family, which eventually spread to my mom’s side. So my family really...
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