I was lucky enough to always get the popular presents like n64 games or controllers etc, but one Christmas Eve I told a fake santa (my grandfather) that I wanted an electric pencil sharpener and my grandmother waited until we went to sleep and drove around to all the 24 hour stores and found me a great electric pencil sharpener just a few hours before it was time to open presents.
A 13 inch Black & White Television. Thought I was giving up a lot to get it, but over the years it proved to be the most invaluable gift imaginable for me. _________________ I'm On point, On task, On message, and Off drugs. A Streetwise Smart Bomb, Out of rehab and In denial. Over the Top, On the edge, Under the Radar, and In Control. Behind the 8 ball, Ahead of the Curve and I've got a Love Child who sends me Hate mail.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 11:03 pm Post subject:
Children's enjoyment of the day. Sitting my daughter on my shoulders year after year to put the star on top of the tree. As a child, a electric train on a figure 8 track I had to put together. _________________ Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
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I had kind of a split childhood....until about 8 or 9 years old, we were dirt poor. Just another coal mining family in WV in a period when the mines were not operating....grandparents mostly supported us....during those years, my parents went back to school and training.....then graduated, so we were lower middle to middle class during my teen years. I point that out to identify my two most memorable Christmas gifts....I was around 5, and the few gifts I got usually came from the grandparents....but there was this huge box under or beside the tree for weeks to me at our house. I mean it was bigger than me at the time. It was a box full of second hand toys that my dad had picked up at yard sales and flea markets throughout the year....the whole box. A box like 3 feet long and 2 feet tall stuffed with GI Joes, Star Wars toys, Hot Wheels, etc....it was paradise to me as a 5 year old. (my mother hates when I tell people that story) The other one came when I was around 7 (late 80's)....and it was a pair of pinstripe blue jeans. All the cool kids in my class has them, and I wanted a pair so bad....I wore those things every day my mom would allow me to wear them until I out grew them....and then of course, they became pinstripe blue jean shorts for a summer.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2018 5:39 pm Post subject:
jodeke wrote:
Children's enjoyment of the day. Sitting my daughter on my shoulders year after year to put the star on top of the tree. As a child, a electric train on a figure 8 track I had to put together.
I had one, too. My godfather had given it to me and literally within 24 hours, my big clumsy cousin broke it. I was heartbroken and even more so a few months later when my godfather passed away. Bummer. _________________ You are under no obligation to remain the same person you were a year ago, a month ago, or even a day ago. You are here to create yourself, continuously. - Richard Feynman
My father gave me the choice between an Atari 2600 and a new BMX bike.
I chose the bike.
That bike expanded my horizons and allowed me to roam freely with much greater range than my Nike Cortezs. I could visit friends and do wheelies, go off jumps and ride to the movies and the public pool in the summertime. It was my workhorse for my first paper route, ever reliable as I added 3 more. It was my transportation to the neighborhood pizza place to play Asteroids, Space Invaders and Pac Man. It was my prized posession that I did chores for the money to buy new parts and vigilently guarded against the hordes of bike thieves hell bent on stealing it. Freedom and a broken arm. Thrilling speed and skinned knees.
It escorted me through childhood until the day I used the paper route money to buy my first car.
My parents bought me hee-man, man at arms, and skeletor action figure when I was a kid. The ones where you turn the upper torso and it springs back. I was so happy. Was so long ago but I still remember it clearly.
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