Fishy Tales #FridayReflections

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  1. I must have indirectly (through my mother) killed so many goldfish growing up! They were so common back then. You would get one in a little plastic baggie at a church carnival or other place. Then my Mom would try to take care of it in our little fishbowl. One fish, no lie, jumped out of its bowl, no doubt trying to escape. I still shudder to think of goldfish today, but I was so amused by the story of the little dancing fish – I could so see a child doing that, not knowing.
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