When I was a kid, I got a reputation in my family for not being able to keep a secret. Maybe the story I am about to tell had something to do with it.
It was Christmastime in 1981, and I was six years old and in the first grade. Every year the week before Christmas vacation, my elementary school's PTA would have a fundraiser called the “Santa Shop.” In our school’s gymnasium they would set up several long tables full of very affordable different knick-knacks and do-dads, kind of like a non-grocery item version of the Dollar Store, but before Dollar Stores existed. The idea was to allow us kids an opportunity to do some Christmas shopping of our own for our family and friends. But at a price-point that a kid’s allowance could afford.