Suck it Up

The Brewer Thanksgiving is about as original as you can get. All of my family (which is fairly small) gathers together at one of our houses, and we have an extravagant meal. Fortunately, we do not have to worry about the nightmare of traveling because almost all of my family lives here in Lexington. Actually, I only have one close relative who lives outside of Kentucky, and she never comes in for Thanksgiving. Anyways, our Thanksgiving is pretty typical. I would say I like the holiday, mostly because it preps me for my favorite time of year...CHRISTMAS!! I also like the holiday because its always been a steady tradition in my family, and I look forward to it every year. We have only traveled twice in my life for the holiday. The last time we traveled, we all went to the Greenbrier in West Virginia. I was 10, and I guess would classify this as my strangest memory of the holiday. I remember that I really wanted my ears pierced, and my mom would not even consider it for me. The weather that week was amazing and we were lucky enough to spend a good portion of our time outside. On Thanksgiving day, my dad suggested that all of us should take a nice bike ride through the resort. I swear, we were not even ten minutes into the adventure when my sister ran straight into my bike, making me topple over. I caught myself directly on my wrist. Well, I started sobbing, and my father thought that I was just being a wimp and he grabbed me, telling me to "suck it up". Eventually, he took me to my grandfather who is a doctor, and my grandfather suggested that they take me to the ER. Long story-short, I ended up fracturing my wrist. My dad felt terrible. I remember wanting to scream "I TOLD YOU SO!" in his face, but I knew he sincerely felt bad about it, so I held it in. Actually, he felt so bad about it that when he came to see me in the ER, he asked me what he could do to make it up to me. Well my smart 10 year old mind went straight to the thing I wanted most...my ears pierced. So, I asked him if I was allowed, and he said yes! My mother was absolutely livid because she had lost a battle she was determined to win. Lucky for her, I chickened out and didn't get my ears pierced until 6 months later, but the point of the obnoxiously long story was to show my strangest memory of Thanksgiving I have. It is definitely one I will not forget.