I don’t recall my first learning about Thanksgiving that well. I remember there being lots of fall colors oranges, browns, reds. We made turkey’s out of our hand prints that we had traced, then coloring them to look like a turkey. As a kid it was always all about coloring.
We learned about the trip on the Mayflower. I remember being taught about how the Native Americans had taught the pilgrims to grow food with dead fish as fertilizer. I always remember the feast that occurred out of school. The whole family would come together and give thanks for what had happened to them through the year.