I ate a box of Cracker Jack.
Not every day, but the other day, I ate a box of Cracker Jack. And if I eat one box, I really want another.
The prizes aren’t what they used to be in Cracker Jack.
If you’re as old I am, you might remember when Cracker Jack gave out toy prizes like tiny plastic baby dolls and guns, miniature books that you could read, and a single plastic shoe (charm). And it wasn't that long ago that the consumer could look forward to a free tattoo prize from Cracker Jack. Those tattoos rocked. When you pulled out a tattoo, you had something to hang onto, or rather; it hung onto you unless it got wet. I miss the days of interesting prizes: tattoos and cheap plastic toys.
Do you know what I miss more than tattoos and cheap plastic toys? The rings.
When I was in 6th grade and popular (before school-consolidation) compared to 7th grade and unpopular (after school consolidation), my 5th grade boyfriend (are you following me?) ate a box of Cracker Jacks at recess. His prize was—a ring.
The ruby ring was set in gold (something) with an adjustable band. My boyfriend sneered at it, saying something like, “It’s a girl’s ring.”
Like the budding woman I was, I grabbed it straight from his hand and said, “I want it.”
“Have it!” he said, surrendering, but probably wishing he’d gotten a loaded miniature plastic gun to--well we won't say what.
I adjusted the band to fit my ring finger, on my left hand and slipped it on. Then I held my hand in the air, waved it in front of his face and announced, “We’re engaged.
His friends slapped him on the back and razzed him about—having a girlfriend. My friends giggled. He just stared at me, or more like glared at me. I took his silence as a proposal.
After a couple of days of wearing my dazzling ring, the gold flaked off the band and it finally broke in two pieces. Before the school year ended, our (one sided) engagement was off.
My recent prize? A Cracker Jack sticker of Sailor Jack and his dog Bingo (I think)! I tried wrapping it around my ring finger, but it just wasn’t the same. So I stuck it on my desk at work.
The answer is no, I didn't find a tiny bottle of wine (prize) and drink it before I shot this photo. It just came out crooked because...we had an earthquake as I was shooting it. J Not really.
Do you have a favorite Cracker Jack prize?