My stepdad met my mom when I was six, and he had like a 55 with a pleco, and two others, not sure what, but we called them Frick and Frack. I want to say at least one was a JD, since now when my dad comes and sees our tanks, he points laughs and says, " Hey look it's Frack!" Right after they got married a few months later, he got me my own little 20 gallon with a few tin foil barbs, (im sure a few gold fish) and a litte pleco. Those were my pride and joy. A few years later, on the bus at school one day, a boy had a Nestle powdered chocolate milk container he was waiving around. He had it filled with water and a little tin foil barb. Being the animal nut I am, I asked about it, and he ended up trading the fish for my snack. I brought Bob home and put him in my tank and he lived for about 2 years. Not bad for a kid lol.