Lallapalalable
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As a kid, I feared a lot, but getting inadequate gifts on Christmas was one of the bigger ones. It's one of usually two major toy acquisition days in the childhood calendar, and wasting precious gift slots with socks and the like (even though one of my favorite gifts ever was a pair of wool socks that I wore into oblivion). What did you fear the most?
For me, I dreaded getting PC game expansions for games I didn't have. Or ones that were either too old or too new to run on my family's computer. I think one gifted PC game I ever received actually worked for me, and that was Halo, which was rendered useless by the fact that everyone I knew had an xbox anyway.
But if I go back far enough, I was scared shitless of one of the Christmas trolls we had in Iceland leaving a rotten potato in my shoe when I was bad one day and my mother didn't know. She would usually tell us not to put our shoes in the window if she was aware of our misdeeds, but that night I was so scared that I would wake up with ruined shoes and my mother learning of what I did. But instead I got a dose of disillusionment when I found a small toy F-117. I mean, if the trolls aren't real, what parts of my life can I be sure lie in reality?!? And then my mother found out about me peeing on the playground anyway.
For me, I dreaded getting PC game expansions for games I didn't have. Or ones that were either too old or too new to run on my family's computer. I think one gifted PC game I ever received actually worked for me, and that was Halo, which was rendered useless by the fact that everyone I knew had an xbox anyway.
But if I go back far enough, I was scared shitless of one of the Christmas trolls we had in Iceland leaving a rotten potato in my shoe when I was bad one day and my mother didn't know. She would usually tell us not to put our shoes in the window if she was aware of our misdeeds, but that night I was so scared that I would wake up with ruined shoes and my mother learning of what I did. But instead I got a dose of disillusionment when I found a small toy F-117. I mean, if the trolls aren't real, what parts of my life can I be sure lie in reality?!? And then my mother found out about me peeing on the playground anyway.
