When I was about 12 I just had to have an aquarium. I saved my money from delivering papers and got one. It was nice for a while, but I grew tired of caring for it. My parents made me take care of it cuz it was in the family room and everyone could see it. It was an eyesore when it turned green. I couldn't wait for the last fish to croak so I could take it down. One day my aunt was visiting from out of town. The last fish died and I acted like I was sad cuz I didn't want her to think I was a little monster who reveled in his pet's demise. I must have acted a little too well, cuz when I came home from school the next day she had filled the fucking thing up with fish again.
