Cracker night was the best. I can always remember having a great time as a kid. We would spend weeks before building a bonfire out in a paddock with our friends, we would drag out timber from the bush and then on the night the parents would gather to oversea our charades, we would untie all the tom thumbs so we could let them off one at a time...none of this all at once rubbish. The parachute fireworks were the best!. After it was all done and the fire had died down, we would bury some potatoes in the coals and wait for them to cook, then you would scoop out some of the potato and fill it with butter, salt and pepper and talk way into the evening with the littlest of the kids falling asleep on the rugs our parents bought out. It was usually 4 or 5 families together and even now, I can still remember some of those conversations and the cold, crystal clear night with the sky full of stars.
Getting up early in the morning to find stuff that didnt go off or collect up the parachutes and spent rockets was always fun for us as well.
J