I have years of fond memories of Thanksgiving Dinner. As a child growing up outside of Buffalo, NY, we’d play downstairs while the parents prepared the meal upstairs. Then, when the time came, we helped set the table, schlepping food up and down the stairs. Finally, following some words of thanks, the entire family would eat, and then the adults would return upstairs, doing… well, adult stuff. But, of course, that adult stuff wasn’t our concern because we kids went back to goofing around, often outside if it wasn’t too cold.