My worst gift was when I was fourteen. I had one of those evil stepmothers (you know the kind...think mommy dearest). She was # 2 of 3. She did all the gift shopping, because my father was clueless most of the time as to what day it was, among other things. She bought me an old beat up guitar that was playable, but not my idea of a good gift for a kid who is tone deaf! Same year, she bought my little brother a red velvet dress his size! No, he is not gay. I do have to say that this was the only year she bought gifts. After that she and her buddy would go to the garbage dump (yes really!) to find stuff for us. I laugh now, but as a kid I thought there was something wrong with me. This year I sent her a gift card she could load herself. (I am a brat.) :)