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I really fell in love with Thanksgiving in the first grade. The teacher told us to put away our books and listen. She began telling us a story, using cutouts and maps, about some people called Pilgrims who wore black clothing trimmed in white, lived in log cabins and ate lots of food on a day we would soon celebrate as "Thanksgiving."
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