The best gift I ever received was my bike. I do not like the idea of ranking my best gifts; however, in this case it is the most prominent one in mind. My bike was given to me years ago from my parents. It was a Christmas gift. All gifts were unwrapped and they had a big reveal of hiding them in the basement. Both my sister and I received one, so we shared in the excitement and joy. The bike itself is less valuable than the memories it led me to create. I took that bike on so many trips with my family, crashed in hundreds of times with my friends, and even used it to sneak out. It was my first sense of freedom and self-supportive. I love learning to ride it with my parents, but then also, teaching my one friend how to ride handsfree. That gift was more than a gift of material, but of experience.