It was beautifully wrapped, no doubt by his mother. I shook the box and heard a distinct rattle of metal. Glancing at him with my heart pounding, I ripped open that package to find a beautiful goldlike bracelet with red and turquoiselike stones and pearls. No, none of those jewels were real.
My heart soared. I could hardly look at him, but he had to have known that I was beyond thrilled as well as having a crush on him. It was my first jewelry gift ever from anyone -- even family. All through Christmas break, I wore that bracelet; heck, I even slept with it on.
After Christmas break, my mom wouldn't let me wear that bracelet to school. "Why, it's just not done!" she screeched at me. I knew that, but oh how I wanted to wear it.
By the end of the sixth-grade school year, I liked too many boys and put the bracelet aside in my bedroom, but I still stared at it with lust. He had given it to me and it was the greatest school gift I would ever get as a kid.
To this day, I can see his face and that bracelet. I kept it for years and could paint a picture of it exactly how it looked.
I am still so grateful for that fabulous gift of a bracelet and not of white socks. I mean, who wants white socks for Christmas?
I rest my case.
Sherry Hill, of Charleston, can be emailed at climber...@aol.com.