Way back in the depression my Grandpa would walk to town for something (don't remember any boughten presents) and bring back stuff in a big burlap bag that hung low on his back. In it he had the most marvelous tasting fruit, oranges, which we did not have as a rule. And candy that had pictures of flowers all the way through them. They had the most marvelous taste I'd ever felt in my mouth!!!
And I was mad for years because at age 10 my boy cousin got a 22 and I got a stupid doll, even though I was a far better shot than he was.