We all remember our first bike, our first gaming system, even our first action figure or doll. Not too long ago I would sit under the Christmas tree on Christmas Day overflowing with excitement for what was wrapped away. Was it another wrestling action figure or something my mom knew would surprise me.

Its funny how things change. Ten or twelve years ago the thought of getting socks for Christmas would send me into a fit. That wasn’t a present, it was coal for my feet.

Fast forward to Christmas Day 2017 and I’m the complete opposite.

This year’s gifts included socks, undershirts, a vest, a new jacket. These things were once looked down upon by me. My six-year-old self would have thrown a fit. The twenty-six-year old me was over joyous. If I got a pack of paper towels I would be happy. Now that I’ve become a little older its crazy how much I appreciate the little things.

My grandmother asked what I wanted for Christmas, I said a hat and gloves. Christmas Day arrives and that’s what I receive. I used them for the first time today and plan on using them everyday its cold. Just a few years ago I would receive a toy and play with it three or four times and toss it aside.

It’s funny how things change.