Today the worst thing happened to me. It was Christmas. I opened the biggest box under the tree. Inside it was something horrible, something all kids my age hate to get for Christmas. What was in that box... was clothes!  I think I am cursed and maybe I have to do some weird thing like sail across the world to break it. But it was not all bad. Peter, the guy in my Grade 3 class, had pants that were so short you could see three inches of his white ankle.

While I on the other hand had the coolest pants in the class. So getting clothes for Christmas is not all that bad.