Memory #12

It was Christmas afternoon at my grandparents' house, and I was 11 years old. I hadn't received the roller skates I wanted so badly from Mom and Dad or from Santa, so I was sure that would be my gift from Grandma. When the littler kids handed out the packages, mine was heavy and just the right size for roller skates. I patiently waited for my turn to open, youngest to oldest, and carefully removed the wrapping, trying to think how I could act surprised. Well, I didn't have to act when I pulled three cans of hair spray out of the box. "Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!" I exclaimed with a big fake smile tightly clinging to my face. "I got you the best, most expensive brand," Grandma was excited to tell me, "because I know you're growing up to be such a young lady and you will want to start taking better care of your hair now."