When I was 8, I got the strangest gift from an estranged aunt. This:
Seriously, a back scrubber. And not one as good-looking as the one in the picture. Mine wasn’t the only, let’s say strange gift, in the family. My older brother, then 10, got a toy bow-and-arrow. Not bad, if it wasn’t one of those cheap plastic toys meant for three-year-olds. My younger brother, then 4, got a set of coasters figuring badly-drawn Paris scenes. My parents got a set of salt and pepper shakers that was so cheap it was already broken when they opened the package. And my little sister, then a 1-year-old baby got… nothing. Apparently the aunt simply forgot she existed.
It was clear from the start she simply went to a dollar store on the way to our home and grabbed whatever she touched, not even thinking which “gift” would go to whom. She said she was “doing the rounds” to deliver gifts to everyone in the family that day and couldn’t stay long. After the initial shock of receiving such strange gifts, we all laughed. My younger brother actually liked the bow-and-arrow meant for our older sibling - for the whole 20 minutes it lasted before breaking, at least. The coasters were used for a while before the images faded away. The back scrubber turned into a dog-bathing device, though the dog didn’t like it very much either.
This aunt was always source of fun encounters. She never remembered any of the names of my parent’s children, and never remembered what it was my parents did for a living, making a wild and wrong guess every time. And she only appeared at our home mid to late December. We saw her in other family parties from time to time, and she always seemed confused with everything. Today I wonder if she had any sort of condition.