Jenna's journal from a year running from aliens. (On Hold)

November 23rd 2020

It is about midnight and I'm penning this under my flashlight. I am still in Canada but I am thinking about how soon thanksgiving is. Last year on American thanksgiving we went to my granny's (Granny is the Scottish way to say grandma, and yes, my granny is Scottish) place in the USA and had pumpkin pie and turkey. Last thanksgiving here we went to my Dad's brother's. I had fun for the most part. Most of my cousins are older than me so I don't really hang out with them as much as I did when I was younger and freaking adorable. My mom liked to take pictures of me so I have about a billion photos of me doing just about everything under the sun. When I was a baby, I was so cute. You have no idea. Funny thing is that my mom never took photos with her phone. She had a love for photography that no phone can capture. I've been the same way since I got my first camera for christmas when I was  8. Anyway, I was talking about thanksgiving. I am curious to how many Americans will be celebrating. It's in 3 days. I don't know what else to say about it. I should probably get some sleep. Night