Christmas Day, 1997, I was 12 years old and woke up like any kid did on Christmas morning and was excited out of my mind. After eating my candy in the stocking and getting excited over the new Super Nintendo game that I got, I was left with a pile of gifts that, quite frankly, I didn’t want.
What were these gifts that my ungrateful 12-year-old self was too stuck up to care about? I got a new shirt to wear to school, and some new socks.
Back then, I was upset. I knew kids who had gotten a new Nintendo 64, or PlayStation, or bike, or Caribbean Island or something. Me…I got socks. My argument was that I get stuff like that throughout the year and why waste valuable presents on gifts that I’ll get as soon as I rip a new hole in my sock? This happens to kids all the time, and as with many things, if only I knew back then what I know now.
Nowadays? I’m practically begging for some new clothes! Have you seen the price of a nice shirt now? Or a sweatshirt? Even a nice pair of underwear is somewhere in the vicinity of $10 for 3 pairs. I’ll take those gifts every day and twice on Sunday.
But the time I knew that I was really getting old and finally “growing up” was 5 years ago for Christmas, when my grandma got me a new vacuum cleaner. I was ecstatic. I could finally clean my house properly and I didn’t even have to spend money to do it! My grandma had saved me time and money by getting me this gift, and I couldn’t have been more thankful. When I was 12? I might have cried.
I’m starting to look at any gift that way nowadays. Gifts should mean something. I’m at the point in my life where people aren’t going to buy me anything that I can’t purchase myself (except for my parents; they sometimes break my limits, and I’m eternally grateful for that). So for the most part, I’m good to go with all of my material wants. While things like a new car, or my credit cards paid off, or a Pacific Island (less expensive than the aforementioned Caribbean Island) would be amazing, I’d much rather have a gift that makes me smile from good memories. Or take me out to dinner, a Suns game, a round of golf. Basically, I want some gifts that are going to make me have memories from it. 12-year-old me would have been upset if dad took me out to dinner for Christmas or my birthday and that was it. But now, I’m happy for the chance.
That being said, mom and dad, a new car would be great, or something cool like Rosetta Stone. Thank you and Merry Christmas.
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can we share rosetta stone?! my new rat friend in the basement only speaks Spanish…
I remember that Christmas! That was funny, but that day I knew you were no longer a kid. 🙂
P.S. I could really use some Rosetta myself!!