Flying Turkeys-Leah Noble

Even as a kid, I have always enjoyed the Thanksgiving holiday. The food that only comes once a year is always something I look forward to. Because our extended family doesn't live near us, our tradition is usually just going to our closest family-friends' house and having a large midday meal with them. We like to keep it simple and drama free. There is one Thanksgiving I remember well.  I was in second grade and that year we were traveling to Virginia to spend the holiday with my mom's family. It was a year similar to this one with early snow and ice. In the hills of West Virginia an interstate bridge froze over and traffic was at a standstill. We were stuck all night in a cold vehicle waiting for the bridge to be cleared. Luckily though, being the child who always had to be comfortable, I had brought my pajamas in the front with me instead of packing them in my suitcase. At the time, I thought it was really cool and found it fun to be stuck in traffic in the middle of the night. Don't ask me why, but it was always something I had wanted to have happen. The whole night I was excited and therefore didn't get much sleep. Eventually the road was cleared and early Thanksgiving morning we stopped at a motel and spent the rest of the night. It doesn't seem very exciting now, but as a kid, this was quite the adventure.