When I was Younger: My Fish Story

Sunday, October 10, 2010

When I was about 9, I had a little routine that I did everyday after I got back from school.

Back then, I was still living in Teluk Pulai. The bathroom was in the dry kitchen-slash-dining area. My parents, in an effort to brighten up the countertops, had placed an aquarium right across from the bathroom door.
So I'd come home, take off my school pinafore (I wore shorts underneath, so I'd be running around the house in white shorts and a button-down shirt) and take out a change of clothes and a towel for after my shower.

Right before I went into the bathroom, I'd climb up onto the countertop right next to the aquarium, and stare at the little fish.

Sadly, that's not all.

Being the overly curious, very naughty little kid that I was, I'd stick my hand right down into that aquarium, and try to catch the little goldfish swimming around inside.
Sometimes, I'd actually catch them. Then, I'd squeeze them. Honestly, I have no idea why. I just thought it was cool to do that. I was such an evil little kid.

My dad was always wondering why he couldn't seem to keep the goldfish alive in that little aquarium of his. Imagine if he knew his little daughter was responsible for the goldfish murders. Oh, the horror.

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