People have the misconception that owning goldfish is easy and fun. I, however, go through them like tissues. Like most other 6-year-olds, I wanted a pet fish. At the age of seven, my mom bought two, one for me and one for my sister. To our dismay, both of them died the very next day. We tried again when I was in seventh grade, and again, and again. Because of all these "batches" of goldfish I go through, I've built a reputation among my friends, and I was soon known as the "fish killer."

Although it was fun to joke about, it was frustrating to see my efforts go down the drain, literally. Though I came to the conclusion that I cannot keep a goldfish to save my life, there is reasoning behind it all.