Small House

We lived in a small house until I was 8. It was less than 800 square feet, but it had 3 bedrooms and two bathrooms. When you’re little everything seems big and this house was no different. I remember that by the time I had 3 sisters I had been upgraded to the "spare" room which I shared with my baby sister, her pack-and-play, a computer desk/office area, and a lot of food storage. I always had a pet fish and this blog is about a gold one that lived on the top of a dresser in my room. He seemed happy in his octagon bowl and it sure was fun to have a pet to take care of.

One day when some cousins where over at our house playing and I learned a lesson about gold fish and peer pressure. I would guess that I was about 4 or younger. My cousins all thought my pet fish was pretty cool and it was fun, for a while, to tap on the glass and wake him up and make him move. Then someone came up with a brilliant idea that would be "fun" and clean the fish bowl at the same time. I don't know if the baby wipes were meant for my baby sister or me, but I found out that they were not for fish.

Next thing I know the 0ctagon bowl has become an ultimate fighting arena where my fish and the baby wipes are fighting to the death. I guess fins and scales are no match because my fish died. Now that I analyse the situation he may have drowned because there were so many baby wipes in his bowl that I don't think any water was left. Oops! As I recall my mother had a hard time understanding why we would fill the fish bowl completely to the top with wipes and I had a hard time understanding why my fish died.