Little Crackers – What’s yours?

 

I’ve watched every Little Cracker in each of the three seasons and whilst there have been a couple I haven’t enjoyed, for the most part I love them!

I watched the last one of season 3 tonight and started wondering what my own little cracker would be if Sky ever asked me to write one (well, you never know, I may be famous for something one day!) and the first thing that popped into my head was the first ever Christmas present bought for me by a boy!

I’ve tried to keep it around 500 words for a few reasons…..
1) it’s supposed to be a short, autobiographical account of a Christmas memory
2) it’s nearly Christmas and everyone’s extra busy so I didn’t want to write an essay that no one has the time to read!
3) I want to read your little crackers but again, it’s a busy time and I need short stories that I can read while I sit relaxing with a coffee before having to get more presents made/wrapped/sent!

So, have a think about your little cracker, get writing then come on back and share it with us using the linky below before December 30th.
I really look forward to reading your Little Crackers 🙂

Christmas 1990-ish!

 

It’s hard being a 14 year girl; it’s even harder being an
overweight 14 year old girl who’s starting to sprout a moustache and chin
hairs!
It’s quite surprising really, even to me, that I got myself
a boyfriend despite all the things that were ‘wrong’ with me (come on, don’t
give me that disapproving look, I was 14….at 14 you don’t see anything right
when you look at yourself!) and I remember I got said boyfriend around this time of year.
After about 2 weeks of going out together, I had to spend the weekend at my
aunts. I babysat for them and I’d stay overnight so they didn’t have to worry
about getting home early to take me home.
When I went home the next day I met up with him as planned and he gave me a
Christmas present. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I was that day; just the simple fact that he’d been and picked something for me meant the world
to me.
However, that joy was short lived. I knew something was wrong because he was
acting a bit weird and my friends were acting even more weird.
Later that afternoon I finally got one of my girl friends to tell me what was
going on and it turned out that he’d kissed another girl while I was away
babysitting.
It felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. I can’t even
remember now who he’d kissed; I just know that at the time I was devastated. I
marched off to confront him and took the Christmas present with me. I don’t
remember what I said or what he said but I do remember it was rubbish
collection day and I lifted the lid of the bin closest to me and threw the
present in. It broke my heart because I’d never been bought a present by a boy
before and I really wanted to know what was in it but I was too angry to keep it.
We didn’t speak for a long time after that (well it seemed a
long time at the time; it was probably only about a week!) but my friend
and I did go back to that bin later on and opened the present before the bin men got round
to emptying it. I think if I hadn’t found out what was in it, it would have
driven me mad for the rest of my life!
Bet you thought I wasn’t going to tell didn’t you?!
Talc, soap shaped like flowers and some body lotion in a dusty pink box
was what I found when I tore off the wrapping paper. I’d seen the gift sets in
our local shop and I think they’d been in there longer than I’d been alive but
it still made me smile to think he’d gone to the shop and asked for one to be brought down so he could buy it just for me J
I still put it back in the bin though…..I was quite stubborn back then!If you don’t have a blog, feel free to write your Little Cracker in the comments section below 🙂

 

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