Hellidays - When Bad Holidays Happen To Good People

My worst holiday experience occurred when I was 13 yrs old. My mom was never much into giving me presents. She saved those for my sis, the angel of her life. That summer I worked and put aside a little cash and ordered a skateboard. It never came. For the longest time I gave up on it, figuring I got ripped off. Christmas morning comes along and I was watching my sis rip open her bounty. Just another day, you know. It got down to the last present, which was tucked behind the tree. Lo and behold it was for me. Guess what it was! Yeah, my skateboard. Seems that it did come in the mail and my mum thought it would be great fun to give me a gift that I had bought for myself. The really bad part was that it wasn’t even put together and I had to wait for a week before I could get some tools to put it together myself. I don’t know if I was all that upset by it, because I was used to such treatment. I think I
was more upset that I couldn’t go out and ride it that day.