The worst Christmas present I have ever received was when I was 11 or 12 years old. My class had a name draw. A boy drew my name. Well, we had to take turns when the day arrived to go to the front of the class and get our presents.

By the time it was my turn, I was excited! But imagine my surprise when I ripped the wrapper off of a tube of deoderant!! I was stunned. I tried to accept my present with good grace, but sitting and watching everyone else play with and sharing their stuff, I started to cry.

One girl tried to give me a set of markers, but I didn't want them. Not after that.