The first gift that pops into my mind is one that I received as a child from my dad. I’m 61 years old and my dad has been gone for 38 years. Dad was a very quiet, kind man, but not prone to go out and buy gifts, that was Mom’s department. He got me a fishing pole when I was about 8 years old. I was a terrible fisherman, but I loved fishing with my dad. It was a gift of sharing something that he loved doing.
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