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My first fete, (And the death of our goldfish).

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Craig Anderson 11th October 2001 My first fete, (And the death of our goldfish) The sun spread itself about my room, and lay gently upon my face. My brown eyes opened slowly, shiny like metal in the light. I gave a deep yawn and shifted myself into a more comfortable position where I could be just out of reach from the glow of the determined sun. I skipped out of bed energetically and wandered through my narrow hallway and into the kitchen. The smell of bacon drifted towards me, invigorating my body, stirring my senses. I spotted my mother and pleaded for a crisp crimson rasher. Her dark black hair bounced as she shook her head. "It's too hot for you, and anyway you wouldn't eat it all. " I turned away from her. I was heartbroken. The smell tormented me, and then crushed my spirits. My father walked through, carefully carrying my sister who gave a cry of delight at the smell. ...read more.


They gave a fit of activity every time the wind sped past. My family and I crept slowly towards the large crowds and the mixed murmur of voices and music. We managed to struggle through the crowds and reach a small area that wasn't yet over run. Here there were colourful posters advertising games and stalls, that would give you money or sell you a cake, but more importantly they had toys! Shiny, plastic figures, plush cuddly toys and brightly coloured yo-yos all lined the shelves, and they begged me to take them home, really, they did! But my parents only let me have one, so I chose a He-man action figure. He came with a huge plastic sword and was ready to defeat the evil Skeletor. Clair managed to pick out a pink, floppy eared bunny. I charged about with He-man, beating up cans of drink and Floppsy the giant bunny. My parents gripped my hand tightly, so that they didn't lose me in the crowds. ...read more.


"Daddy, can you fix this?" I said handing over the withered plastic. "Ah, I'm sorry, ma boy, but you can't fix balloons." My father could fix anything (except for balloons). He was a marine engineer, and before that he had worked on a giant oil tankers and merchant navy ships. My spirits were extinguished by this huge set back, but at least I still had He-man, with his shiny brownish skin and his lack of clothing. We ended up by going home at about six o'clock because Clair was getting cranky; she mainly slept through the rest of her day, whist my parents quietly rested in front of the television set and read the newspaper, I planted myself in our lounge and threw my hero into the air, imagining that he was doing fabulous flips and crazy kicks. Eventually I became tired of throwing He-man, and managed to drag myself to my room. There, I grasped at my pillow and launched myself onto it. I struggled under my duvet and gave a humble grin. My eyelids faded the light out of view, and gave me a night of warmth, and sweet dreams ........... ...read more.

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