A Thanksgiving to Remember...

So, I am doing my first Writer's Workshop from Mama Kat's writing assignment. I chose to write about a Thanksgiving to Remember...or more like a Thanksgiving I will never forget, here goes nothing!

It was Thanksgiving Day 1990, I was 8 years old and as usual we had laoded up and headed over to my grandma's for our traditional Thanksgiving day festivities. My brothers and I were particularly excited about this Thanksgiving because not only were we going to get spend the day with all of our cousins outside playing football and tag, but this year we were bringing our new four wheeler along. That's right, dad decided that since we had the new four wheeler, we would bring it over to Grandma's and we could take turns driving it around the yard (my dad was really proud of his new purchase and I am pretty sure he just wanted to take it to show it off, but we'll say it was for us kids!) 

The day started off as normal, we went to Grandma's that morning with the four wheeler in tow, we played outside. (Both of my parents come from large families, 10 siblings each, so family things are huge for us. This also makes the age range quite far. For example, my mom's youngest sister is only a year older than I am. A little odd I know, but pretty common for my generation in this area. Anyways, now that you have that little bit of info...)

Since the four wheeler was around, two of my aunts and I decided to take it for a ride. The oldest one drove, I sat in the middle and the aunt who is a year older than me sat behind me. It was a fun ride. We took a ride down the road, turned around and started coming back. As my dad was walking out the door to get us for Thanksgiving dinner the day took a turn for the worse! My aunt thought it would be fun to try to go off roading, as she took the four wheeler through the ditch, she lost control and we all went flying. She fell in front of the four wheeler, I fell to the side and my other aunt fell backwards. They were fine, neither of them hurt, however where I was thrown to the side there was a telephone pole of course which I collided with knocking me out.

Dad ran down the road to help us out, my uncle brought the truck and before I knew it I was lying across their laps on the way to the hospital with them tapping my shoulders and saying, "Stephanie, stay awake." But I just couldn't do it! The next thing I remember was waking up under bright lights in the operating room. When I finally came completely to I found that I had broken my jaw and they had wired it shut. So needless to say that meant NO THANKSGIVING DINNER for me! That was tough and therefore makes it a Thanksgiving I will never forget!