I Wish I Was a Fish
After 8 or 10 hours of chasing my tail doing geeky stuff at work, there are surely days when I wish I was a fish. Not too big, not too small. Just slippery and wet. I would swim around Happy Islands for sure. Ha.
Happy Islands (I Wish I Was A Fish)
The fish thing could be an artifact of a February birthday.
In any event, I got into taking care of fish when I was in elementary school in Texas. When I lived in Richardson, my buddy Cliff kept a variety of snakes he caught in aquariums in his room. This was in hindsight inspiring…
One Saturday morning shortly before we moved to Houston, I was walking with my dad through the apartment complex and I found a $20 bill on the sidewalk. That was burning a hole in my pocket until we got to Houston, where I bought my first aquarium and set it up in the family room. I have never looked back since and have had some number of tanks stocked with freshwater fish or turtles.