I believe in hiding under the table. As a young child, I have quite a few fond memories of Thanksgiving dinners surrounded by family and loved ones. One of my favorite traditions at these meals was sitting at the kids' table. My older cousin Courtney and I would always sit next each other, giggling to ourselves about the ridiculous plaid shirt Uncle Chris was wearing. Before dinner started I tended to sneak into the kitchen stealing whatever bits of food I could. Sometimes I wasn’t extremely sneaky and my grandma would catch me sneaking food. When it was finally time for dinner, all the cousins would rush down from the upstairs bedrooms. Usually we spent our time playing on the old shag carpet with Legos, until we were called down to the dinner table. All throughout dinner, Courtney and I would each so much food that we could barely move. The creamy mashed potatoes, juicy turkey, soft …show more content…
During this wait, Courtney and I would always find something mischievous to do. Whether it was running around the house exploring different bedrooms, or hiding out in the dark basement, we always found something exciting to do.
The most memorable thing we ever did, was every year we would hide under the dining room table. With the tablecloth draping over the edge of the table, it provided an enclosed area, with just enough light peaking through. Under this table, we felt as if we were in our own world. No one could stop us. Often times Courtney and I would play house under the table. We would talk about who we were going to marry, make up what their names were, what their age was, and what types of activities they would like. Sometimes we would even pretend that we had kids of our own, but honestly we were just babysitting our younger cousins. If we were lucky, our parents would let us eat our desserts under the table instead of at the