A few weeks ago, the kids started asking if they could keep some fish.
I hadn’t had fish in years, but I knew how to do it. For years, growing up, I had such fond memories of my Dad teaching me to raise tropical fish. Some weekends, just the two of us, would sneak away and drive 40 minutes to the best fish store around. There my eyes would gaze upon guppies, tetras, algae eaters and angel fish. On the way home, my lap would overflow with a few plastic bags filled with fish, air, and twisted tightly with rubber bands. And so it went for years.
