Christmas time is always good fun for a kid, speacially when it is time to open the gifts by the tree. I remember clearly one christmas in special, in 1997.
A couple of weeks before the great night, my dad came to me and asked me what i wanted from the Santa Claus. By that time my cousing just had got a remote control Ferarri. So, of course, I wanted one as well.
At the chrismas evening, I could not stop thinking about the Ferarri, brand new, waiting for me to play with it all night if possible. When finally my dad called my name, holding this big box wraped in a beautiful blue gift paper, I just smiled and runned to him.
I think it was a matter f 10 second and the box already was open. And yes, it was the beautiful Ferarri that i **** asked for. Jumping around of happiness, i thanked my parents and went straight outside to play with my new toy. The car on the floor, remote control in hands, ready. Set. GO! And nothing happenned. The car did not move even one centimetre. I tried a couple more times, but nothing again.
As expected, i ran to my father crying, complaining that the car was not working. Of course, the guy on the shop forgot to put the batteries on the car. How could i possibly find any open shop selling batteries at christmas evening? So I just turned "old school" and pulled my Ferarri with a cord until it fell on the pool.
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That's a fantastic story! What good is a toy car if you can't destroy it? Do you remember those toys when the battery would get weaker and weaker so they just move really slowly and make a sick sound? Cool!
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