Now, I am going to be honest, Thanksgiving is kind of boring in my family. That is, except for the Thanksgiving of 2009 when I was becoming a little cockier as a child.

My newly found confidence was both a blessing and a curse. This particular day, I figured, “Hey! I think I could beat my uncle in a pie eating contest.” So that’s what I went out and set to do. My uncle was on the couch when I exclaimed, “I bet I can eat more pie than you!” He laughed because a 3’9” boy was saying he could eat more pie than this 6’5” man. 

My grandma then set up our plates for the competition, which I thought was going to be a piece of “pie.” After my grandma counted us down, we began to eat like savages, just going ham on that pie. Sadly, I choked on the piece I was eating and we had to stop eating so that I could drink water and not die from choking on the pie. (That would be such a lame way to die.) I ended up not being the winner and was embarrassed for the rest of the day. All I wanted was to be the pie eating master; but, I guess it’s my fault for challenging an older man to a pie eating contest.