All that glitters and is gold

Angie Hong
Guest Columnist
Jumpy No. 1 was my reward for good behavior and a steady string of perfect worksheets. My first-grade teacher, Mrs. Hatfield, kept a sticker chart at the front of the room. When my line of glittering gold stars marched across the page and down the wall at the end of the year, I went home with the class goldfish and an invitation to come swimming in her backyard pool that summer.
When Jumpy 1 swam away to heaven, we quickly replaced him with Jumpy 2, a goldfish won at the county fair that only lived for a week. Jumpy 3 ended its life in dramatic fashion by leaping out of the bowl in the middle of the night during my ninth birthday slumber party. Jumpy 4, however, was determined to outlast its predecessors.broadstreet.zone(48036);
By the time we moved from California to Wisconsin at the end of my sixth grade year,

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