Narrative On Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving of 2012
It was Thanksgiving afternoon and I could see my family cooking stuffing, the kitchen. The dogs were begging for food, just waiting for someone to spill. There was a beautiful centerpiece on the table, red, brown, orange, and yellow fall leaves surrounding a lit orange candle . The air smelled delicious, like fresh cooked steamy turkey.
When it was finally time to eat my family and I began by saying what we were thankful for, I was thankful for That month at school my teacher had taught us all a story with little hand motions which tied in with Thanksgiving. I decided that I would show my family at the dinner table. Everyone was looking at me and smiled. The story was about how the native americans taught
It was Thanksgiving afternoon and I could see my family cooking stuffing, the kitchen. The dogs were begging for food, just waiting for someone to spill. There was a beautiful centerpiece on the table, red, brown, orange, and yellow fall leaves surrounding a lit orange candle . The air smelled delicious, like fresh cooked steamy turkey.
When it was finally time to eat my family and I began by saying what we were thankful for, I was thankful for That month at school my teacher had taught us all a story with little hand motions which tied in with Thanksgiving. I decided that I would show my family at the dinner table. Everyone was looking at me and smiled. The story was about how the native americans taught