Once, when I was very, very young, I remember winning a goldfish at the school fair. To win this fish, I had to throw a ping pong ball into one of many fish bowls. Only one had a gold fish in it and that’s the one I hit. Lots of people clapped and applauded, and they put the fish in a plastic bag with water. Later my mother put it in a new bowl with marbles from my sister’s sandbox. I named the fish Blue, but somehow everyone called him Glooper. I’m not sure about this story- did it really happen? Somehow my mom and aunt sometimes mention Glooper. I’m not sure what happened to him or where he went but he was my fish when I was little. Hi Glooper!