The Gift

The title sounds so prententiously profound.

I'll remember the Gobots when I was 16 going on 17. I'll remember the keyboard that was given to someone else or the weights that I had no intention of lifting. I still remember the games that we played and the smells that we smelled. But I'll not forget the Christmas morning that Dad and the others went and did my chores for me so I wouldn't have to face the cold and the dread. That was the best gift from my childhood.