Best, a minature greenhhouse when I was seven. I was already interested in gardening, this present cemented it. I grew sunflowers, and a mimosa pudica, a sensitive plant which closed when you touched it. I still have the watering can.
Worst. A twelve inch ruler in the shape of a plastic yellow foot, followed the year after by a pair of scissors. I'd always received interesting books from my parents friends from Worcester before this, but when I hit 13 the presents were just odd. Though I did appreciate them, if only for the amusement at how they'd top it the following year.
Again, I still have the scissors, so thirty odd years later, perhaps it wasn't so bad a present after all.
