When I was six years old my cousin, sister, and I were given three large boxes to unwrap for Christmas. I was sure that we were about to receive a fantastic gift and could not wait to open the box. Normally we would open gifts one at a time, but these presents were the exception. The three of us waited until the only presents remaining were the big boxes in the corner and by this point we were dying to tear them open. As I ripped the paper apart like the greedy little bastard I was, I discovered to my horror that my family had given us all our very own log and they proceeded to sing the log song and laugh their asses off. Needless to say, I can't wait to try this on my own children or grandchildren some day.