Evan WInkler | Assignment 14 (makeup)

One particular memory I have of a Thanksgiving is one from my early childhood, at the age of either four or five, when I was living in Burbank, California That Thanksgiving weekend, my family and I were on vacation in Pismo Beach, California, and we came back home on the Sunday before school started again. As a kid, I was always very uptight, and always wanted things to happen in a particular way. As such, I remember being upset once I realized that we had missed having a Thanksgiving dinner at home that year. According to my mom, I was very animated about how we "forgot thanksgiving"  and about how we needed to "have Thanksgiving dinner" to make up for it. According to her, she was able to get me to calm down after a while once she drove to a Honey Baked Ham restaurant and brought back a bunch of typical thanksgiving food for dinner. It ended up being, at least for her tastes, very salty, fatty, and unappetizing overall. I can only presume that it was unexceptional to me, too, considering that the story was mostly news to me when I last heard my mom mention it in a casual conversation with someone until I tried to specifically remember it.