Stories from the past: Someone stole my pokemon cards

Apr 6 2012   13:55   Stories   6 Comments

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I noticed some minutes ago that I haven’t blogged in almost a month. An explanation? I told myself I wouldn’t blog until I returned all the comments from my past six (now seven) blogs… and I still haven’t. I have exams coming up in a month… so I’m going to cut myself some slack… hehh… I revived this blog post I wrote before I told myself I wouldn’t blog until I returned comments. :3 H’enjoy:

As I am writing this, a few minutes ago I was downstairs in the kitchen expressing to my little brother why I was annoyed. On the kitchen counter I saw two packs of playing cards, they were special ‘Disney 20th anniversary‘ playing cards that had come free after shopping at Morrisons. Looking through the deck, it reminded me of the days I use to play with Pokemon cards.

My primary school went through different crazes: Pokemon cards, Bayblades, alien babies and a bunch of different toys that are now popping into my mind whose names I can’t even remember. I always joined in with the crazes. I never actually asked my parents to buy me Pokemon cards, but through cousins, friends and sympathy I eventually racked up a pretty good deck of cards.

There was one day where our teachers decided they had had enough of Pokemon cards. These cards disrupted kids’ learning in class, and were the cause of endless fights, arguments and tears. It was official: they were banned (as all of these games would always eventually became). We were made to hand our cards into our ‘year’ teachers at the end of lunchtime. However, they really only asked the boys specifically to hand them in, as they led the craze. All of us girls only had one thing telling us to hands ours in, and that was guilt.

I felt so bad at first when I didn’t hand mine in – what if they fell out of my pocket? What if someone told off of me? The nine year old me couldn’t handle the stress, so I eventually also handed my deck in. Our teacher sealed each of them separately and put them on a table; at the end of the day we would be allowed to collect them again.

When I came to collect my sicckkk deck…

IT WAS GONE!!!

I looked all over that class that day, before I finally admitted to myself that someone had stolen my deck. As they would, as it was a really good deck, hehe. I was sooo crushed. I picked up the next best thing, and that day gave up my craze of Pokemon cards foreverrrr.

The end.