The year my uncle gave me a singing bass, I wanted to kill him until I saw his face

My Uncle Ray from Austin gave me that stupid mounted fish that sings "Don't Worry Be Happy" for my 30th birthday in 2018. I was so mad I almost tossed it in the dumpster behind my apartment on 5th Street. But then my cousin Danny, who's 8, came over and pressed the button about 20 times laughing his head off. Seeing that kid lose it made me realize the gift wasn't for me, it was for making someone's day, so now it sits in my garage and I still hate it, but I get it. Anyone else keep a terrible gift just because of a memory attached to it?

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