I love the festivities, but thanksgiving is always the time when I'm somehow forced or tricked to eat turkey.
Reason I hate it?
Middle School Science camp (1994) trip to WSU. My group got to visit the morgue, saw a dead body, got to touch an his open arm and chest. Handled the half of a real person's head and a few body parts.
What did the whole room smell like?, you guessed it: Turkey! Not the best memory.
I'm a pork man!