Man thats tough. i’d go with my Big Daddy Don Garlits R/C Top fuel dragster. That thing rocked until my brother clipped the slick on the corner of a door.
i hear that. the one year it was so bad, i asked for clothes and i got my brothers hand me downs wrapped up under the tree. you woulnt believe how happy i was to have those.
When i was really little, i got a train that you could ride around on that had this big thing of track that went around the basement… then when i was prob 8 my dad went and bought me this go cart that could go 40mph without my mom knowing and she tweaked out lol
My dad built my sister and I each a wooden tack trunk for the barn. It took him almost a year to build both of them in his spare time when he wasn’t working his 2 jobs. We still have them, and I’ll cherish mine forever.