When I was about six or eight years old, one Christmas my dashing, sophisticated, world-traveling uncle brought me a small, long box-like the florist boxes in the movies.

I was just positive that he, of all people, would have something exciting in there. And by the size and length of the box, I was just as positive it HAD to be skies! (Not that I had ever been skiing, or anyone that I even knew-but hey, that was why he was so exciting.

I squirmed and fidgeted and had the longest wait of my life, waiting for Christmas morning and opening that present! Well, I can't even imagine what my face looked like when I opened it to find... an umbrella.