I was a very clumsy kid when I was young and I still probably am. My parents never trusted me with taking care of any living things, not even looking over my little brother. Over a Halloween carnival, my dad won my family three goldfish. I begged my parents to not throw away the goldfish for a better fate for them, which after the entire day, worked. My parents let me keep the fish and bought me a tank to keep them in. Soon, I would learn how easily carnival fish die; almost like they were trying to die. A day after I got the tank and imagined the wondrous decorations I could get for the fish, I found a dead fish with its corpse at the top of the tank. We later found out that it died of starvation, as the other fish stole its food. The other fish died mysteriously the day after the first fish died, probably because of karma. The last fish saw its fate with me and decided its preparations for the Olympics, jumping an astonishing three feet from the tank which I was cleaning to the toilet which later it was flushed. I hope its act got a gold medal.