In the late 60’s, my father bought my mother a MetaFrame Aquarium to celebrate their wedding anniversary. Little did either of them know that keeping tropical fish would become a life long passion for me.
I watched the fish in that tank for hours, and I learned everything about fish that I could possibly learn. I watched Mom every month when she vacuumed the gravel of the tank and changed half of the water. Each time one of the fish died or had babies I was there soaking it all up. I don’t know how much help I was helping her to clean the tank every month. But at least, she let me think I was helping her.
One day she told me I could take over cleaning the tank when I was tall enough to reach the top of the tank. I was only 6 at the time so I had a few years to wait, but I did not forget. I could not wait till I grew tall enough and every year measured myself by the height of that tank. True to her word when I got tall enough I took over cleaning the tank, I was about 9 or 10 years old.
A few years after that I began wanting to expand my fish paradise. So,I did what any normal teen does beg my Dad for a fish tank of my own. He finally relented and bought me a fish tank when I was in the 6th grade after having a dream about me catching fish.
” You were in the back yard up to your knees in water happily scooping up fish with your net. (the backyard had mysteriously flooded some how?)
My father went on to say, ” he thought God might be sending him a message.”
And with that I got my first fish tank.
Thank you Dad.