A paper heart with tissue paper roses (or at least a pathetic attempt at them) when I was in kindergarten. I made it for my father for Father's Day. I always sucked at papercrafts and art-type projects. Show me a performing art, or culinary art, and I could do it. But visual arts? Unless you count photography, I sucked.
And that pathetic paper heart I made my dad? He kept it for at least 20 years. I think that's where I learned my appreciation for gifts, no matter who gave them, or the reason they were given.
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