As a child, I spent every Thanksgiving with my large family at my grandparents' house in Maryland, US. It's a wooden cabin (小屋) on the side of a hill, deep in the forest. For me, that cabin meant "1 ".
Our first greeting was from Grandma's dog, Jesse. He 2 us at our car. My grandparents, aunts, and uncles were waiting 3 the door. Aunt Sue touched my face and told me how big I'd gotten. Grandpa gave 4 a strong handshake and shouted, "Hello, Calvin!"
The next day, by the time I 5 , Grandma and Mom had already begun cooking. The cabin was 6 , so we had to move away the furniture to make room for everyone to sit at the long table together.
7 was finally ready at about 6 pm. 8 we ate, Grandma asked each person to say something he or she was thankful for. I said, "I'm thankful for my parents, my grandma, and the turkey!" I was too hungry to think of 9 better. Once everyone was finished speaking, we began to eat.
After dinner, we took a long walk through the woods around the cabin. Under the late-autumn stars, we made a campfire in the field and told stories 10 . I looked back up the hill at the cabin in the moonlight, and one word appeared in my mind: "Thanks".
