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ever exchange a gift? I did one time in the Christmas of 1975. It was the last Christmas that I had with my family before my mom died the following november in 1976. My dad loved me very much. I wanted a running suit. Back then it was a big thing to an athlete. They had all of these neat ones out there in colors and stripes...Individualism. Let me tell you about my dad first. I was adopted. He was 37 years older than I was. His father died when he was 13. He helped run a farm at that age and drove truck a little to keep things afloat while still finishing HS in 1938. His dream was to be a Lawyer. WW2 changed that.It changed him too. He was married in 1940 just as he headed off to war.He spent 4 years there, and was caught in the battle of the bulge. He came back, different. He never talked about whatever he had seen. Well anyway, that Christmas I was anticipating him getting me the one thing that I wanted so I could be like all of my other friends that I played ball with. What did he get me? The cheaper Old plain grey sweatchirt and sweat pants. I was so dissappointed. I exchanged them and started looking for what I wanted with some money I received from Christmas as well. My mom pulled me aside. Your dad bought those for you because loved you. How could you do this to him? Lost in all of this was my dad grew up in the great depression. Everything about him was practical. Its all he knew. So even in love he was always practical. That experience changed me in many ways. First I was ashamed. I took my running suit that I had bought back and I replaced it with the same that he bought me. I have never ever since, even told anyone what I wanted again. I didnt want to set myself up for dissappointment again, and I was never going to be ungrateful again over a present. It should be about family. My Mom died 11 months later. My dad 2 1/2 years after that. 
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I was 20 when my mom died. I graduated in 1974
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