Christmas Memory: 1993
Each year I asked for one thing: a horse. In 1993, my second choice was a red toy truck that talked and made sounds like a real truck. A box of that size wasn’t under the tree and I was heartbroken. However, my grandmother was merely playing a trick on me. After all the other presents had been opened and the adults had played Dirty Santa, my mom brought out a “forgotten” gift for me. It was the truck. My cousins and I played with the truck until bedtime.