My worst present was a great present to start out with, but it quickly turned bad. One year I got fire works for Christmas. I was so happy and wanted to shoot them off right away. However, I had to wait until New Years Eve to see them in action. I was so excited but yet had to wait. I kept asking if I could shoot them off before New Years Eve and the answer stayed "no."
It was finally time to set the fire works off! My dad shot the first one off, luckily. My mom causally handed him the fire work without reading the instructions and without the launching pad. The fuse quickly burned down and the fire work went four feet into the air, spun around, made a high pitched whistle sound, and made a bee line directly for my dad. It slammed into his side. He hit the fire work off just in time before it exploded. After the excitement, my dad realized that the fire work left a bulls eye mark on his side even through he had four heavy shirts on. Sadly, my dad doesn't use fire works anymore. It's all up to me! That was the best to the worst Christmas present that I ever received.
