Then last night when I was coming home from work, my mind began to drift back to Highland Lakes. That's where I lived with Grandma and Pop-Pop Johnson. I talk to Grandma about all the things that I remember from being there as a kid. It never fails to amaze her how many detailed memories are stored away in my mind.
That big blue house was always swarming with activity. This time of year was always special there. The big piles of freshly raked leaves in the backyard always tempting me to jump in. Or I would get Brandy & Shadow to run right through the piles, while they were chasing after sticks. Thanksgiving was always special. There we always so many people who would be there for the feast.
The Thanksgiving that I remember most is the one where Aunt Nancy tried to teach how to fling mashed potatoes from a spoon. My first attempt hit Pop-Pop in the face right after he said Grace. Then came the mini food fight. That image still brings a smile to the face of everyone who hears about it... or was there.
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