I feel really bad about ungratefulness. When I see something on facebook about some kid hating his parents for getting the wrong iphone color, it just loving hurts.
After my house burnt down in 2004 (And we lost everything but the clothes we were wearing, and our cars. It was Dec 23rd, too.) We ran to a neighbor's house to call the fire department (Who couldn't help due to frozen pipes), and they (neighbors) gave me a PS1. Fast forward to 2010, I end up selling my PS1 to help pay for a Nintendo 64. I ended up not caring for it, so I eventually gave it to someone. Nowadays, I feel like a loving peice of stuff for selling it.