Worst gift under your childhood tree
So, what was your WORST childhood gift, guys? (I can't help but think of poor Ralphie's pink bunny suit in that movie, A Christmas Story).
My worst childhood gift wasn't a toy - my parents were generally pretty good at knowing what toys I wanted. Clothes, however, were another matter. Remember about twenty years ago, when stirrup pants were all the rage? I was in grade seven then, and I wanted stirrup pants SO BAD. So I told my parents. But they misheard me, and thought I said "STRIPED" pants. Now in my family, you do not bemoan any kind of gift ever, and I didn't want to correct them - they were so happy to have given me exactly what I wanted. Which meant that I had to wear the darn things. I was so embarassed in my striped pants.
This plot actually played itself out a few times: shopping for an outfit for my high school's Christmas semi-formal with my Dad; asking for a tie-dyed tshirt when Dad went on training to the Big City and getting instead this weird sweatpants jumpsuit thing with big snaps down the side... oh the list goes on and on and on. But the stirrup/striped fiasco was definitely the funniest.