Moving to Park Avenue. Feeding my goldfish, Abraham. Meeting Nancy Reagan, who told me to "just say no" to drugs. Eating ice cream with Mr. Drummond. Oh wait.....that was Diff'rent Strokes. I loved playing outside with my friends, going for long bike rides, swimming at the pool, playing "One, two, three o'clock" and "smear the queer", sledding, being pulled around the lake on a tobbogan behind a pickup and falling off the damn thing at about 25 mph, eating hot dogs and s'mores made on the campfire, fishing with dad, and basically just enjoying being a kid. Good times. Good memories.
Do you think your goldfish would be able to eat all of Abraham? Sounds like quite a bit for a goldfish to swallow.
This brings to mind an episode of Deadwood. The local school teacher invited Calamity Jane to her class so that she may share her experience as a schout for Custer's army. Jane showed up drunk, which was her want at all times. Standing before the classroom, cow eyed children stare back at her, the teacher (a prude) stands with baited breath anticipating the worse out of Jane's mouth. At length Jane speaks... "Custer was a c@nt! The end!"