Even though we write day in and day out about really great home decor finds and fabulous toys for children, we still foster some really great memories about gift giving and days gone by. After the jump you'll find tales from several of our Ohdeedoh contributors as they make mention of favorite gifts or experiences. Read ours and then leave your own in the comments!
Carrie McBride: My favorite gift was a drawing of a Christmas village done by my best friend and I in the 5th grade that my mother had saved and framed for me. It was meaningful because my mother is notorious for not saving anything from our childhoods so I was very touched that she had kept this drawing all these years. I plan to scan it and frame a copy for my friend as well.
Janie Lee: The first thing that comes to mind is my first purse I received as a child. Not only did I get a purse but inside was a flavored chapstick and a hello kitty wallet with a dollar inside!
Sarah Rae Trover: When I was younger Cabbage Patch was all the rage — the doll not the dance (although the two are close together on the time line). My parents opted out of the store bought variety and made me my very own out of fabric, yarn, paint and love (which is far better than whatever they make them with in China). It was larger, more snuggly and got me through many a sick day when I was home from school. She's one of the only things I retained from my youth as an adult.
Do you have a great gift giving (or getting) experience you'd like to share?
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one christmas, when I was about 6 years old, I got my very first bicycle. we lived in illinois and winters were always cold and snowy. the bicycle itself was perfect (white with pink streamers and a basket on the handlebars), but the really magical part was that it was the one christmas out of my entire childhood when there wasn't any snow on the ground. I was absolutely convinced that even if my parents had given me the bike, santa had arranged for the non-white christmas so I could actually start learning how to ride the bicycle.
Our house was destroyed by fire when I was 7 years old so we had to move in with my grandparents. My 3 siblings had to share a room so we slept on the floor in our sleeping bags. For Christmas I received one of those giant cardboard houses that you can color and decorate so I put my sleeping bag in there and that's where I "lived" for the next several months.