when i was younger i wasnt the best behaved. i broke the only trophy my mother ever won (a participation trophy) on christmas eve. my parents were furious with how i had acted over the previous few weeks so i was forced to pack up all my things and i was told i was going to the orphanage. i packed up my stuff, said goodbye to my brother and sister and my father drove me to an old hotel where we unloaded my stuff and he said "when they open up the door in the morning tell them your parents left you" and he drove away. he came right back and got me, i was freaked out. I was 6. not really the worst gift but for sure a crazy Christmas story. my parents dont even like me to bring it up anymore-they feel bad about it to this day.
