As a child, my most memorable gift was a pair of skis. My best friend and his family went skiing almost every weekend and I wanted to go with them!
As Fate would have it, the mountains (NH) had virtually no snow all winter, I outgrew the skis, the next winter my friend and his family had moved away. Never did use those skis; never did learn to ski, either.
As an adult, the most memorable was the Christmas when our first daughter was one week old. She slept through most of the morning's festivities, then yelled for "dinner" just as the family sat down for theirs!
I still kid her about that time. She's just had her 49th! So now I feel old and creaky!
SWR
