Remember the halcyon days of summer as a child, where you would go to the county fair and throw darts at balloons to get a stuffed animal? My fondest memory (besides the kettle corn... ice cream...cotton candy...deep fried chicken wings...OK I'M DONE) was always trying to win a goldfish. You know. You threw a little ping pong ball into a rotating arena of glass bowls, hoping for the one that the goldfish was swimming around in. You got extremely excited when you won, got a little annoyed after having to carry it around the rest of the day, but nevertheless whipped up some exotic name for it and brought it home. Then you proceeded to get bored with it after a few days, it eventually died and you were hysterical for about 5 minutes, before discovering that you hadn't played with your Barbies in a few hours and they needed attending to.
Well, at least, that's how my life went.
NO MORE OF THAT. The children of the future will never get the joy of taking home a little fishy in a plastic bag.
RIP Goldfish in a Bag
Apparently, it's been illegal for quite some time now. I HAD NO IDEA. I mean, I'm all about animal rights blah blah blah...but come on. Prize goldfish RULED.
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