Gift

I clearly remember consistently nagging my parents for a black BMX bike for Christmas one year. I must have been about nine. There was no doubt about a) my most desired gift and b) the type of girl I was. So when the wrapping revealed A PORCELAIN DOLL...!!!! Wtf wasn't an acronym back then but it sums it. I also remember being made to go and apologise for my lack of gratitude. I hated that doll from the moment I saw it, and still do. I wonder why I still have it!