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ANSWER #1: "I can't remember what exactly I wanted when I was 8, but it definitely wasn't the Boxing E.T. that my grandma got for me. It was like one of those Boxing Nuns, but it was E.T."
ANSWER #2: "Oh, there have been many. I'm trying to think of one that wasn't given to me by someone who might read your paper. I got an ancient typewriter once. Weighs 20 pounds. I used it once. I've been carting it around for a decade."
ANSWER #3: "I got a nightshirt from my aunt. It was long and white, and it had purple sleeves, and in hot-pink lettering on the front it said, 'Oh No. I'm Becoming My Mother!' That was the worst present I ever got."
ANSWER #4: "It was a framed picture--two kids in a field--that I had given my mother when I was about 6. It sat under her bed for years, and then I got it back. I choose to believe that she was aware she was regifting it, but deep down I know that's not true."
ANSWERS: 1-B, 2-C, 3-A, 4-D