Assignment #14- Ellis Padgett- Help Me

When the word "divorce" was invented, my family was all over it.
While my parents are not divorced, their parents are. That means four grandparents in total, all split. Three remarried; one grandma moved to Florida to live the relaxed lifestyle. Now, I have 7 close grandparents, all of who also had children...basically, I have a very big family. Thanksgiving is a nightmare.
A typical Thanksgiving involves a lot of running around. My day begins with a Thanksgiving lunch at my house, with my dad's mom and her family. It's decent sized- not too big, not too small. Then, the crazy starts.
We go to my mom's dad's house at about 4 for our first dinner. The family from Illinois is in, with tons of little cousins who don't know me and uncles and aunts that go with. I'm at that awkward age where I don't fully enjoy conversing with the adults, but can't play dolls with the kids. But the bread is good.
We leave in the middle of that one to go to our final Thanksgiving at my dad's father's house. If the family is in from Texas, that is also a wild one. Texas family means my little cousin who had a shrine to me in his bedroom is in and wants to hug me. Love that kid.
At the final Thanksgiving, one of my Great Uncles (I don't actually know what to call him) usually brings a guitar and tells me all about songs that I am too young to remember. We play guitar for a little bit. And then dinner.
I have sat at the kids table my entire life and am beginning to think that I always will. My closest cousins are at this Thanksgiving, and it is wild. This year, Griffin Coates (who some know) tried to brand his younger brother Grady with a coin he stuck in the fire. Stuff with fire happens every year...I'm beginning to think we just shouldn't have candles.
Nonetheless, my best memory of the holiday is probably the kids table with all of my cousins. We grew up together. Now, Griffin is in college, and I'm next to go. But it was nice seeing that even though he lives eight hours away, not much changed.
My strangest memory is my Great Uncle coming in dressed as Chewbacca and roaring. That was the first time I met him.
So yes, I enjoy Thanksgiving. Although sometimes, I wish I could join my grandmother down in Florida!