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The Thanksgiving Story
As Dramatically told by : Kim Gross
When i was a wee five years old i wanted to be an indian when i grew up. oh the absurdity you may now say, but at the time allow me to assure you that this dream seemed oh so possible and was something that i aspired to on a daily basis. Now this one particular thanksgiving at my daycare, they made these little paper hats for the thanksgiving day celebration gala party with turkey (that i swear was purple, but memorys sometimes distort). These hats came in three varities. Pilgrim boys, pilgrim girls and of course INDIANS! how elated was i that i could wear my indian hat and celebrate thanksgiving just like my idols so many years ago. So the time comes for me to go and get my indian hat and i was told
NO!
you must wear a pilgrim girl hat, the lady told me. she talked it up to be the best thing since sliced bread. how awesome it was to be a pilgrim girl, responsible for the washing and the cooking and the cleaning of the deer hide... ok i added that bit, but you can see what she was going for. i was upset, but still enthralled about my new role in life. i put on proudly my pilgrim girl hat and strolled onto the playground only to see....
two girls in indian hats!
i was heartbroken, i was crushed. my dreams shattered, and my life forever ruined. which is why every thanksgiving i make an indian hat and wear it prouldy as if to say a big fat up yours to those who tried to impair my dreams. i shall be that indian girl. i shall
yours truly,
Kim Gross
As Dramatically told by : Kim Gross
When i was a wee five years old i wanted to be an indian when i grew up. oh the absurdity you may now say, but at the time allow me to assure you that this dream seemed oh so possible and was something that i aspired to on a daily basis. Now this one particular thanksgiving at my daycare, they made these little paper hats for the thanksgiving day celebration gala party with turkey (that i swear was purple, but memorys sometimes distort). These hats came in three varities. Pilgrim boys, pilgrim girls and of course INDIANS! how elated was i that i could wear my indian hat and celebrate thanksgiving just like my idols so many years ago. So the time comes for me to go and get my indian hat and i was told
NO!
you must wear a pilgrim girl hat, the lady told me. she talked it up to be the best thing since sliced bread. how awesome it was to be a pilgrim girl, responsible for the washing and the cooking and the cleaning of the deer hide... ok i added that bit, but you can see what she was going for. i was upset, but still enthralled about my new role in life. i put on proudly my pilgrim girl hat and strolled onto the playground only to see....
two girls in indian hats!
i was heartbroken, i was crushed. my dreams shattered, and my life forever ruined. which is why every thanksgiving i make an indian hat and wear it prouldy as if to say a big fat up yours to those who tried to impair my dreams. i shall be that indian girl. i shall
yours truly,
Kim Gross