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We had a crummy one growing up, and naturally my sister and I got stuck with all of the maintenance on it. The only time it was interesting was when one of the fish had babies and we had to put them in the protective 'grate' to keep the other fish from eating them.
My mostest bestest memory of an aquarium comes from my late high school years. A couple of guys that were one year ahead of me in high school had an apartment off of 99th and Q (Applewood) and Frank M. had two aquariums; one giant one (200 gallon, maybe) and a smaller one (50 gallon) that sat below it. The large upper tank contained one fish; a piranha. The lower tank was full of goldfish.
Friday nights were showtime. Frank had one of those giant 6' "light organs" that danced with whatever music it was listening to. We'd get our buzz on (usually a little Thai stick action), the add some tunes. The song that REALLY got the light organ bouncing was called "Southern Band" by Henry Gross.
We'd wait until the song was about 2/3rds of the way through, then Frank would toss a goldfish in the big tank. That poor goldfish was literally zipping from one end of the big tank to the other, banking off the glass, trying to get away from the piranha. The piranha would let it take a few laps and then ... ZAP ... in a flash it struck and we'd all watch a tail fin float to the bottom of the tank. Epic.
My mostest bestest memory of an aquarium comes from my late high school years. A couple of guys that were one year ahead of me in high school had an apartment off of 99th and Q (Applewood) and Frank M. had two aquariums; one giant one (200 gallon, maybe) and a smaller one (50 gallon) that sat below it. The large upper tank contained one fish; a piranha. The lower tank was full of goldfish.
Friday nights were showtime. Frank had one of those giant 6' "light organs" that danced with whatever music it was listening to. We'd get our buzz on (usually a little Thai stick action), the add some tunes. The song that REALLY got the light organ bouncing was called "Southern Band" by Henry Gross.
We'd wait until the song was about 2/3rds of the way through, then Frank would toss a goldfish in the big tank. That poor goldfish was literally zipping from one end of the big tank to the other, banking off the glass, trying to get away from the piranha. The piranha would let it take a few laps and then ... ZAP ... in a flash it struck and we'd all watch a tail fin float to the bottom of the tank. Epic.
