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Now for the opposite. Share a memorable gift-opening moment from your childhood or adulthood.

 

I remember the year I got a Chrissy doll with hair that grew or could be made shorter.  They were all the rage and word on the street was that Santa was out of them.  I was the happiest kid alive.

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Maybe my Daisy BB gun.  After the opening presents was over and things calmed down my dad brought out a large cardboard box stuffed with crumpled newspaper.  He had it made up ahead of time and we set it in a spare room as a shooting gallery.  I must have put 500 BBs thought that gun that Christmas day.

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1 hour ago, Airehead said:

Now for the opposite. Share a memorable gift-opening moment from your childhood or adulthood.

I remember X-mas day being a joyous morning for my whole childhood.  This was back in the Sears catalog days, so the lead up to and then the actual surprise of opening stuff was great!

Probably earliest was Tonka trucks.  Then things like electric race cars, trains, Erector sets, etc. Then Star Wars or army men, and various other fun stuff.  But also clothes :(  Opening the stocking was awesome as well, and with two siblings, and alternating through gifts, it was a long raucous process that lasted quite a while.

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Probably Schwinn bike. I wanted a bike so bad. Grandma and Grandpa be were with us in Florida. Kids go to bed. I sneak out and look....there it is! Mom sees me and says Santa might take that back if you aren't good. I could not help it and next time I peeked it was gone.  Dayum. Mom says if you go right to bed Santa might have time to come back. 

He did. The end

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I don't really remember a particular gift, but I do recall that we always did our stockings on December 6th, the Feast of St Nicholas.  That was almost more special because it was the start of the Christmas season for us and the decorations, cookies and everything would start after that.

Probably the most long lasting gift memory was the Tammy doll.  I don't even recall which one of us got the gift, but I do recall that her shoe was lost on Christmas Day.  My poor Dad went through all the gift wrap and the garbage bags to find the shoe, but alas, the shoe didn't turn up.  Eventually we found the shoe somewhere in the apartment and every Christmas thereafter we hung Tammy's shoe as an ornament on the Christmas tree.  My sister took most of the "special" ornaments that my Mom had (since she's the only one who puts up a proper tree) - I'll have to see if it made it to her tree this year.

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My first Christmas memory is when I was 3. We were at my grandparents. I got a truck with a trailer full of wooden blocks. I don't remember that toy beyond that day. I saw a picture of one a few years ago. They are worth a small fortune, now!

I remember several moments over the years of fun presents. Probably one of the more fun was the Sizzlers track. Motorized Hot Wheels cars on a high banked oval track! It barely fit in the living room of the trailer. The cat kept trying to walk over it and would jump every time a car came at her! Our dog watched it all with nervous anticipation. One car leaped that barrier and she caught it in her mouth! 

My favorite was the year I woke a little early and Dad was finishing the gifts. (He worked night shift).  He had bought Mom a stereo and was playing Christmas records. He asked me to go wake my brothers (he never asked that) and then go wake Mom. Mom was thrilled and that was one of the happiest faces I ever saw on Dad! This was the early 70s. She used that stereo into the 2000s...I think a big part of my love for music came from that Christmas...

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I remember being called to the principal's office, and finding out my parent's were on the phone to consult with me about which pro football team helmet I wanted. I was probably 8.  I asked for a Redskins helmet, because I was wildly un PC back then,  but the store didn't have any. My parent's called the school so they could ask if I could live with the Bills.  I was cool with that.

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28 minutes ago, BuffJim said:

I remember being called to the principal's office, and finding out my parent's were on the phone to consult with me about which pro football team helmet I wanted. I was probably 8.  I asked for a Redskins helmet, because I was wildly un PC back then,  but the store didn't have any. My parent's called the school so they could ask if I could live with the Bills.  I was cool with that.

that is a very interesting story.

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I worked my way through undergrad college and in 1973 was hoping to get a scholarship and teaching assistantship to Illinois Tech (IIT). It wasn't Harvard but it was a top 20 chemistry grad school.

I got a letter fron IIT in the mail, opened it, and was floored to read my application had been rejected! I was SO depressed, even though I had been accepted by Virginia Tech - though with only a half scholarship and less monthly income from a departmental job for the first year than I hoped.

I saw my college research advisor the next day, he phoned the IIT chemistry department and learned IIT thought I was scheduled to take the GRE's (the grad school version of the SAT;s) earlier and when they didn't get the scores they assumed I hadn't taken the GRE's.  So, with my advisor's info they put me back under consideration and waited for the GRE scores to reach them.

The next week I got my GRE scores. I had set the UMBC record (broken just 2 years later!) with a 720 on the 4-hour chemistry exam.  On the 4-hour general exam I got a 780 in math (UMBC chemistry dept. record - also for 2 years) and 560 in English. I didn't need a great score in English and I took it for 2 hours after 6 straight hours of chemistry and math tests - all tests taken back-to-back-to-back on the same day.

A couple weeks later, a letter arrived. Paraphrasing: "Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded a full scholarship [$9900/yr then: about $50,000 in 2019 $] to graduate school in chemistry at IIT and a teaching assistantship paying $325/month tax-free [about $1700/month in 2019 $]."

With my hands shaking, I handed the letter to my mother.  She read it, couldn't believe it and kept saying, "What's the catch?"

I explained that it was a win-win deal: IIT got a researcher and part-time lab instructor for low pay and no benefits and it didn't cost them to let me go to school for free, while I got the chance to earn a graduate degree from an excellent college.  In the following years, that IIT degree got me promotions and better pay than I'd otherwise have earned without grad school.

THAT was my best gift I ever received.

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I was about 10. I really, really wanted a GB Packers chook.  I kept talking about it.

My mom was a teacher, so we rode to school with her rather than ride the bus. One day on the way to school I said again how much I wanted the chook. My mom said I didn't need one.  I was crushed and faced the truck window so no one could see me cry.

I got a Packers chook for Christmas. (I think she had already bought it)

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I remember a few times that I gave the perfect gift. 

I remember the expression on the persons face

 

We were a bunch of broke kids, on our own, in a strange city. Drew names to give cheap gifts.

I gave a package of stuff, don't remember it all, but it included a Pez gizmo.

Cheach opened that pack, went through it with the smile growing item by item.

Busted out laughing "fucking pez, I got a fucking pez"

Made his day and mine. Many decades ago, I still remember it.

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