A far too tiny goldfish bowl my parents got me when I was about 5. Trouble is that my parents had absolutely no idea when it came to fish so the poor things kept going "belly up" My parents, trying to shelter me from the harsh realities of life and death, decided to keep replacing "Goldy" the goldfish behind my back, and me, being too young to know the difference, remained blissfully unaware that the original "Goldy" had long been succeeded by "Goldy II to IV"