Black Gold.. fish

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When we were just kids at our Bedok kampong house, one of our favourite memories was our mother bringing us to the wet market in the morning which was just about 100 feet away from the house to buy those tiny baby goldfish. They were sold in low plastic basins (among other species) in the open by a vendor that would pack up and go once the market hours are over. We could use a small net to catch the fish ourselves to bring home. How exciting for us! Our uncle (who stayed with us and pictured here on the family swing with the fish tanks behind him) would help to rear them for us. We had several of differing colours but one morning we woke to find our fish including one fully grown black goldfish stolen and gone (our mom told us this story). Because the house was not fully fenced, anyone would be able to come in through the garden areas. Quite scary at that time to think someone actually came into our house yard! We hear this black gold fish is a rarity!

Photo colourised by Nusan N. See the fish tanks behind the swing with our uncle on the swing here.

Photo not ours, used as reference only


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