Two stories....
When I was 10, I received both of the Christmas gifts I especially wanted. A new cowboy gun, and my first pair of nylons. My father laughed about this for years... when we went out to dinner that night, I wore a party dress and my new nylons. And slung over my party dress... my new holster and gun.
Then at 12... the present I wanted the most was a new bike. It was an English bike, with three speeds,and I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever seen. That Christmas day was warm and sunny, and I spent most of the day with other kids, happily riding my bike around the neighborhood. But at the end of the afternoon, I began feeling ill.... and my head began to hurt. By dinnertime, I was flat in bed with my first migraine. I'm sure this scared my poor mother about to death. She had terrible migraines, and now it looked like I was headed in that same direction.
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