Growing up, my best memories always include a burl wood clock that my parents had hanging in the living room. It was rustic and all the snags and twists made interesting imaginary figures. The clock itself was in the shape of a kangaroo, so to me, it was the Kangaroo Clock.
Over the summer, I had told my parents that I loved the clock, and if they ever thought about getting rid of it, they had better ask me first. They laughed it off and said that they didn't realize how much I loved it.
Sometime in the fall, they had gone to a street fair and found a piece of burl wood. They finished it up and added the clock fixtures, and gave me my own burl wood clock!
Except mine looks like a beaver, but the thought and caring that went into it really does prove that my parents love me!