In preschool at the local Jewish center I remember one year they let us make our own menorahs (they hold the candles on Hannukah). We got blocks of wood, some glue, paint, and little metal bits to glue to the wood to hold candles. The plan was that we'd make them and bring them home to use on the holiday that year. All the other kids naturally made something neat that somewhat resembled the real thing (as much as a preschooler could muster). Not me.
I threw the blocks on top of each other at whatever angle I wanted and painted them each a random color. The little candle holders were glued on with no sense of organization, but dammit I was proud of it.
The finished product looked like someone had vomited an entire Jenga set.
Looking back at that hideous thing it's funny to think of how proud and excited I was at the time.
My parents, bless them, used it for five years because I was so proud of what I'd made. I insisted we use mine along with the family heirloom until I was 10 years old or so.
I bet they threw it away the moment they realized that it wouldn't hurt my feelings any more. lol