When I was 5 my mom bought me a pair of pink cowboy boots. They were a soft pink leather with a glitter lightening bolt down the side and pink leather fringe. I kid you not. I think about them now and one word comes to mind: awesome. However, at age 5, I opened these boots on Christmas morning and as soon as I saw them I BURST into tears. Bawling. I hated those boots. But I was not crying because I hated them so much I was crying because I knew I was going to have to tell my mom I hated them. The whole thing seems a bit odd to me:
Don't you think the tears would have given away my extreme dislike?
Way for me to be an extremely sensitive 5 year old.
Nice style sense Bonnie. What were you thinking? Those things were money.
I feel like if I would have kept those boots I may be a country singer and not a seminary student.
So this Christmas I am bound and determined not to cry because I am afraid someone's feelings will get hurt, but even more I am going to look for a career opportunity in my gifts. My mom always tells me she wont buy me a surfboard until I learn to surf. I tell her that it's too much work to rent one, if I just owned one I would surf the waves like I was born to do it. So I just feel like this year could be the year, that someone will get me a gift that will just turn my life around, and this is what I asked for:
Gift: Exercise workout DVD
Career: I am loud enough, I could totally do that
Gift: Hanson Take the Walk Shoes
Career: Shoe Model. Missionary
Gift: Canon Digital Camera
Career: Professional Photographer. Small sales to my mom on Etsy
Gift: Roxy Surf Board
Career: Enough said.