I couldn't control my excitement after seeing those crackers. I even didn't know how it could make me happy. That was the first time I remember to have seen the crackers. That evening seemed so long. I was waiting for the dusk to dawn for bursting the crackers that my father bought. I was about 6 years old I remember. I knew that it would make sounds. He had bought a flower pot packet and couple of pencil crackers. My father hardly bought us crackers. So, I was always excited about crackers. The thought of bursting crackers itself woke me up so early in the morning. Even before I brushed my teeth, I run to front of the house. All I could see was those crackers leaving their last sparkles. Yes, my father burst all the crackers and what left were only a few pencil crackers. I was disappointed. And forgot that after I was my new dresses. After some time, I went out to the street. While walking along the street, I could see the crackers already burst lying on th
My Attempts to be a Writer
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