Becoming a mom has made me incredibly nostalgic. As my son gets older and becomes more aware of the holidays like Thanksgiving and what they mean, it makes me wistful for the way I grew up -- which couldn't be more different than what he knows.
You see, I was raised in a nice, quaint, mid-western college town. It was the kind of place that had a low crime rate, tree-lined streets, and true neighborhoods where you actually knew your neighbors. Most importantly, almost my entire family was from that town -- aunts, uncles, cousins, great-aunts, etc. By comparison, growing up in Manhattan is completely different in every way. Of course, there are wonderful things about being a city kid, but there are just as many, if not more, amazing things about life far away from the concrete jungle. So here are the things that made Thanksgiving so special for me as a kid: