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The gray elephant with the soft, pink ears wasrnsitting on the piano bench on Christmas morning. I was about 5. It was roughly the same size I was.rnThat's the present I'll never forget. I think it had to do with sharing a room with my brother in a small apartment and marveling at the extravagant impracticality of a stuffed animal that took up so much space, the most precious commodity we had. That elephant and I played school and had tea parties; I made dresses for it, along with a rocket ship built after we got a new sofa and I persuaded my parents to hang on to the box for weeks.