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I think I was 9 and my older cousin (he was 11) gave me a toy jet fighter plane. At that time, I was very much a girly girl. Carried around my baby dolls and played with Barbie. A fighter jet--that was still in the paper bag. I guess it was the thought that counted.
For my 10th birthday--same Aunt as below, gave me a handmade Rosary. In retrospect it was beautiful in all ways. It was pink, which I loved. However, for someone that isn't Catholic, what in the world she gave me a Rosary for I will never know. Let's just say that, that year, Barbie had some beautiful jewlery.
When I was 26/27 my Aunt gave me a "desk toy" for Christmas--because she'd "forgotten" me, even though she was staying with my Mom and me at our house.
Last edited by libramunoz; 05-25-2009 at 09:25 PM.
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