Once, I took a tooth pick and poked it through my goldfish's mouth, and through it's it's pooper.

Now before you take your fat index finger and hit PETA on the speed dial...I was about 5 years old when this happened.

Morbid, ain't it.

For some reason, I remember doing this. I don't know why I did it. I thought that Mr. Fishy would still be alive after my experiment. But you know the ending.

I remember sticking my hand into the bowl, lifting it out, feeling it squirm through my hands, falling to the floor, tried to subdue it while it plopped around, then finally got it to "stop plopping," then, I did it. It stopped moving, I believe I freaked a little. The first thing I thought of was my dad beating my ass severely. I realized on my own that it was dead. And it was because I did it. And I felt horrible. I wanted it to come back, "start plopping" again! I heard footsteps in the hallway, I took Mr. Fishy, with tooth pick protruding from his mouth, and put him back in the bowl then ran like mad.

"WHO DID THIS?!?"

The roar of my fathers voice echoed through the house. Emily! Gerald! He called out. Whenever something 'bad' happened, he'd always call on those two first. The big dogs. My older sibs. Hunched over with fear they walked into the living room and I recall during his cross examination, I walked out into the living room and he could tell from my eyes that I did it. I murdered the poor little gold fish.

His voice became soft, and he said, "Do you know that it's dead? No more fish?"

I nodded my head. It seemed like he was so disappointed that I was the one who did it. He took the bowl with the dead fish and poured the contents of the bowl into the toilet. Mid flush I looked at my brother and sister who were both shaking their heads at me.

He came back and slapped my hands. It stung.

My eyes teared up, and he told me to go to my room.

I then heard my father start yelling at my two sibs asking them why they didn't try to stop me. Well duh, dad, cause they weren't in the room when I did it? Course, I didn't say that, and neither did they.


On that note, I'm off to buy pancake mix.

I've been craving pancakes.