We have never had pets in my family. Okay, technically that's not true. We've had fish, pretty much THE most boring pets anyone could ever have. I mean, all they ever do is swim around. You can't show them affection or anything. And to make my pet story already sadder than it is, we weren't even good at keeping fish. My brother won a goldfish at a carnival and it didn't even make it a week... Then, one year we actually got a fish tank and some real fish. We went to PetCo and everything. Which, by the way, is a sad trip when you get to see all the dogs and cats but you walk out with some boring fish instead. Anyway, I chose a little fish that was technically classified as a shark. Now, hearing the word shark invokes two separate reactions: one is of horror from my parents who thought a shark would be a terrible thing to put with other fish, and the other is of excitement from me of the thought of owning a fish. The guy at the store said that the shark would be fine ...
Those "Woah" quotes, but not from books!