Oh man, there were about 3 Christmases that stand out when I was younger:
1. When I was about 6 or so, I got this big old box filled with dozens of miniature diecast metal soldiers. Very detailed. I loved those. Little by little they all disappeared. :\
2. I was about 8 or so and it had been about a year or two since my mom left my dad. Well, I think he was trying to get back with her and was coming around. Well, he showed up one evening like a day or two before Chrsitmas with a freaking Christmas tree... I don't know how he got it there, it was decent sized and he had no car. :\
I don't think my mom was looking to get back with him but let him spend that night since it was late and he lived like 20 miles from where we were. Anyway, the next morning, we all went to Sears and I was allowed to choose my gift, which was a dope ass GI JOE box set which contained an attack helicopter, some sort of offroad battle vehicle, and like to action figures, one of them being the camouflage cobra guy, chamilian or something. I forget. Anyway dopest toys I ever got. 2 weeks later I took one of the vehicles to school for show and tell, and someone took it from the closet where the teacher had placed all our sh*t. :\ I think I cried. Oh yeah, a day or two after Christmas, my mom put her foot down and asked my dad to leave after it was obvious he hadn't changed his ways.
3. I was 16, my older sister who had been working all summer had just broken up with her boyfriend and began to spoil me with her time and money for some odd reason. Like I was her pet project or something. I think she was just bored and I was something she could release energy on. Anyway, Christmas morning I begin to open my gifts (keep in mind that I grew up poor and usually only recieved 1 or 2 gifts, usually clothes, like pants) and the followng is what I got:
A very nice San Diego Chargers bomber jacket. I didn't like the Chargers, but whatever, she didn't know anything about sports. She liked the blue/yellow colors. I must admit it was pretty dope. Hidden pockets everywhere, came in handy when I got older.
An eilte ass pager, see through foggy case, 3-button large screen, shit was dope... far better than anything, ANYONE I knew, had.
A dope ass Notre Dame football jersey. That was my favorite of the the entire lot. Shit was really high quality and was expecnsive. Again, wasn't a fan or anything, just looked dope I guess. One day, like a year later, my homeboy who had borrowed it after I had left it at another homeboy's house, was trying to mack to this girl... She said she liked the jersey, and so he takes it off and GIVES IT TO HER. WTF!!!!! Oh man, that hurt, but whatever, the things a guy will do to tap some ass I guess. Wish I still had that jersey.
A charcoal gray hooded/zippered sweatshirt, which I wore constantly. Dope.
Like 3 pairs of khakis.
A fancy, cordaroy jacket. Which I never wore. I wish I had it now as well, shit was pimpin, I just never knew.
A Sony Walkman, that thing was also very nice, best I had ever seen at the time.
Other small things.
I was like:
I came up that Christmas.
I get nice things now, but it's because my wife and I can afford them and it's just not the same as when you are young and can't do for yourself.
