When I was younger, probably 6 or 7 there was a present I thought I knew what was in it and it was something I really wanted, so I kept messing with it. Well, my mom caught me messing with it one night and told me it was a jar of pickles and to leave it alone, of course I didn't listen. We also used to have a tradition every year where one present got completely wrapped in packing tape, and im talking 2-3 layers of it, and the rule was you weren't allowed to use anything but your hands to open it. Usually though it was something big or more expensive that you had asked for that year. Well when we started opening presents of course I pick that one our first, after I got the wrapping paper off I found out that was this present. It took me 45 minutes to open the present, but I was too worried because I knew it was going to be good. Well, much to my dismay it was a jar of pickles. Talk about being disappointed, I never messed with presents again.