I read several posts about gifts from my parents and remembered my story.

My parents gave me a radio-controlled helicopter for my birthday. How I was delighted! He targeted his parents, grabbed this super gift and jumped out on the street. There he ran with the helicopter, screamed, laughed joyfully. I still remember that feeling of true unfailing happiness!

When he played, he came home, took a cloth, very carefully wiped out his gift from the dust and put it on the table before him. Dad and mom obviously did not expect such a reaction, but it was visible that they were very pleased that their gift pleased me. And when they turned away, my wife approached me and said to my ear, "You're a fucking guy."