Thanksgiving 2009--Liesl

One of my most favorite, funniest memories was when my family, my cousins, and my grandparents headed down to South Carolina for Thanksgiving one year. My cousins had a house down there, so we rented a house that was about a 15 minute bike ride from theirs.

Our house was a light blue, one story house with a central room that was two stories high, and all the rooms branched off from that. Outside was a line of palm trees that gave the house some privacy from the road the ran in front of it. The foliage was thick, and the Spanish moss hanging down from the branches gave the impression that you were in a jungle somwhere far away from the rest of the world. The beach wasn't far away, and we could ride our bikes there whenever we wanted to. I remember being happy, just hanging out with my family and having fun in the ocean, but the best time I had was after Thanksgiving dinner.

All the grown-ups were in the dining room lingering over dinner, but the four kids: me, Lilly, Gus, and Mae had escaped to Gus and Mae's bedroom. All of us had been given multiple servings of apple pie and ice cream, so we were all on a sugar high, not to mention bored. We started off by playing hide and seek, and one thing escalated into another, and soon we were jumping between beds, dislodging mattresses and generally making a huge mess.

After about an hour, my grandparents came in to tell us that it was time to go home. They were dismayed to find that they couldn't open the door. Because, when a mattress had slid off the bed, wedging itself between the bed and the door, we had unintentionally locked ourselves in. Our grandparents managed to get the door open enough to tell us to move the mattress and let them in. The look of shock on their faces when they saw the mess was enough to make anyone laugh.