but on one of my trips I saw the goldfish that you could win and one of the bags has a very sorry looking fish which was obviously unwell so I told the buy at the stall who said something along the lines of "ah well, that's the end of him then" and he went to get the bag down. I then naively asked him how he would fix him but was devastated to find out that the fish would be tipped onto the grass......
so I started crying and caused enough of a scene (I was about 5) with my sister to get the fish and took him home. My mum was less than impressed and said there was nowhere we could keep him but I remembered an old fishbowl I had seen up in my nans loft which she allowed me to have and the poor wee fish was named "River". My Dad gave me a massive speech about how I shouldn't get attached because he was not a well fish, of course I got VERY attached. Anyway River lived for about 8 years and was a super wee guy who introduced me to the joy of fish-keeping.

first fish tank was a 100 gal natural salt water tank. I have no clue what any of the fish in there were, we did water changes by going down to the shore. Was a lot of fun to watch all the microscopic inverts grow!
......Anyway River lived for about 8 years and was a super wee guy who introduced me to the joy of fish-keeping.![]()
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Fantastic bit of fixing done there! They are great little guys aren't they - Just a shame their faces always look so vacant.
and only a bristlenose and a goldfish had survived the night. Of course, I immediately bought the pair of them. So that's the story of Buddy the goldfish & Bob-Vance the bristlenose.
He did 6 months later when he choked to death on brine shrimp. I still miss him, he was a cool guy.
a goldfish that enjoyed peanut-butter a lot! In fact he died eating peanut-butter