Personal Narrative: I Am A Turkey Baby
Once my mom brought me home from the hospital she called me a turkey baby because I was born on Thanksgiving. She always said she had a lot to be thankful for that day. My dad wasn't there when I was born but my grandma was. My grandpa was riding in the desert when he got the call from my grandma saying my mom went into labor. She kept him updated the whole time. My grandma was so excited when I was born that she called my grandpa to tell him. First thing he asked was “Does she have all her fingers and toes?”; my grandma was just so excited she forgot to check. She hangs up on him counts my fingers and toes then calls him back and tells him yes I do. In my early years I was a goofy little thing, according to the stories I've been told. My absolute