Summoned from the depths of memory.
Me, I remember when I was in High School. I was on the winter track team, and was thin as a rail despite going back for fourths.
I remember when we lived in England, and took the day off. Everyone at the office knew what this was about, but only intellectually. They had never really been to one of these celebrations. I thought that was quite a loss - it would go quite a long way to counter the myth of the "Ugly American"* if they really thought on how this day is all about gratitude from sea to shining sea.
I remember Thanksgiving dinner with the family of #1 Son's best friend. They were from China, but lived next door. The idea of going around the table saying what they were thankful for was new to them, but was a wonderful experience.
Me, I'm grateful that my view today isn't this:
I hope that this day gives you something to be thankful for. Gratitude is good for the soul after all, and the Feast is not just to nourish the body.
* My experience is that Americans are much nicer tourists than anyone from Europe, and that the "Ugly American" trope hasn't been true for 30 years, if it ever was.
Postscript to reader Renee: Your email made my day, and is something else that I am thankful for. Thank you for sending it.