i remember waking up for my eighteenth birthday, and being terrified when i walked outside my room to eat breakfast and get ready for school.
I was not expecting to see a big giraffe outside my room. My parents were able to hide the stuffed animal well that I had no idea of its existence. It must have been one of the joys about having a retail store, the ability to hide gifts outside the house.
Sadly, this giraffe is not strong enough to be ridable. It has always just stood in the corner of my room somewhere, just staring at me. I sort of wish it had more function being that it was forty-inches tall, but it does not.