Ok, everything's going to seem trite after insurance's response. That being said -
When I was 11 and big sis was 12 we entered our horse-crazy phase and pestered my parents all year long for riding lessons. They rolled their eyes and pretended not to hear. Then, Christmas morning, the very last pressies sis and I unwrapped (at the same time, by our parents' order) were two sets of riding boots, helmet, crop and breeches! We were in heaven.
Of course, we had to wait a few weeks to start lessons, so in the interim we made fake monocles and dressed up as Eric von Stroheim, ruthlessly wielding our crops and frightening the siblings.