My First Thanksgiving

They say it was my "first Thanksgiving!" 
 
I met some people who I've only seen on a computer before.
They played with me. 
 And I played with them. 
They also played with my brother.
 While all that was going on my mama and oma cooked. 
 And stuffed. 
 And cooked some more. 
We ate and were satisfied. 
 What does Thanksgiving mean to me?

I'm not sure I can put it into words. 

But I do my best to express it.
I am grateful for all of the Bohalls who made my first Thanksgiving so amazing!

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