posted on Dec, 12 2007 @ 11:12 AM
There's been lots of good ones over the years, but the one I remember the most was when I was about twelve years old.
All the presents had been opened and I thought that was everything. Then dad told me to look in behind the tree and there was a long box stashed out
I saw my name and ripped into it already knowing what it was.
I got a really nice .177 pellet gun, something I had wanted for a couple years.
The squirrels and pigeons were never safe again after that.