Gobble Gobble Gobble

I'm sitting here thinking about thanksgiving tomorrow and I can't even believe it's tomorrow. It will feel like a regular day, minus the opportunity to experience some of the best food all year and be totally gluttonous with no shame. Family, food, fellowship, all things that made every holiday special to me as a child. Now the family I can leave or take, the food I can get anytime, the fellowship, same as the family. (I know sorry to hear that right.) Is this what growing up is? People always talk about the loss of innocence from childhood to adulthood. I always thought about the hardships they had to endure, the harsh truths they had to face. I never thought about the small stuff like precious small things losing their once sweet savour. As a child I looked forward to birthdays, family gatherings, receiving presents, any big family dinner. The more time together, the better. Now tomorrow I plan on getting their at dinner time and leaving when I'm done eating and chilling for a little bit. This just affirms my thought that it's sad that children have to grow up and one day feel like this :(