
Since its fair time where I live, I have been to a few in the past weeks. As I pass the game booths, one always catches my eye.....the goldfish game.
I played to goldfish game about 14 years ago and I won four fish. I took them home and two died overnight. I wasn't too upset because hey, they are fair goldfish and they are not expected to make it.
The next day the third one died leaving me with only one goldfish. I knew this goldfish had super goldfish powers or something. My nephew who was three at the time named him Goldberg, after the wrestler and it stuck.
I bought a new tank for Goldberg because I knew he was going to be around for a while. I know it sounds crazy but, I loved that fish he was always happy to see me. When I walked by the tank, he would do flips and splash around. My husband said this was because he was hungry, but I know it's because we had a bond.
I had Goldberg for nine years, yes I said nine. He lived much longer than anyone every imagined he would, me included. When he died, I called my mom and I was so upset she thought my husband had died. I know it is just a fish and you can't play with them or hug them or anything, but I guess I just got used to him being there and when he wasn't it was terrible. I guess maybe I was just hormonal or something. However, I really miss him, he was a great fish.
So, everytime I am at the fair and see the goldfish game, I think about Goldberg and I know that nobody will ever replace him....or her???



