I have found that some memories never go away....good or bad. In my family, I am the black sheep simply because I smoke cannabis. Well actually, every male in this family smokes cannabis. And every female has no tolerance for it. But I am the only one they treat like a pariah. So every year I tend to dread going to my sister's. It is a formula for family fun, lol. But the one Thanksgiving that will always be the one I think about, happened 20 years ago or so. I was married. My ex-wife is bi polar...well more than just bi polar. I wake up to folks knocking on the front door. Its my 2 sisters ready for Thanksgiving breakfast. I'm thinking wtf? Before I can go up stairs, more people start arriving. I look outside and there is a line forming to the entrance to my house. They were all there for Thanksgiving breakfast. Hhmmm wtf indeed. So my ex had gone to everyone's house and invited them the night before, but failed to mention it to me. She had not cooked, cleaned, or even woken up when everyone started arriving. My sisters tried to do something, by making coffee. I was on dish duty and feeding a hungry little baby, while 1 of my sisters went out and got stuff for people to eat. Somehow I managed to feed 35 folks who just dropped by, when my ex finally walks down stairs. First thing out of her mouth, "oh yeah I invite some people over." And I will never forget that Thanksgiving!

I asked this question as my family was sitting down to dinner. And 1 of my sisters reminded me of when her sons were 14 and 8 and they were playing WWF wrestling and 1 sons broke the others arm at the elbow. Fun at the ER. I had forgotten about that one.