When I was little... probably younger than four, but I can remember better when I was four, fish have fascinated me. My grandparents had a goldfish pond in their backyard, and a good friend of Mom had a hex aquarium. I loved them both, despite injuring myself on the goldfish pond at a time I was too young to remember... apparently it didn't scare me away from it.
The goldfish pond was beautiful, though how well it was kept it's hard for me to remember, considering it was taken down when I was still four. I loved watching the beautiful goldfish, and I don't remember it looking bad... but then, I was four, and I don't think I could've been objective, and I don't remember it well enough to look back now and see how good or bad a setup it might have been.
Mom's friend, on the other hand, had her tank until I was five, close to six. Long enough for me to remember it surprisingly better. I remember this beautiful, most likely twenty-gallon hexagonal tank with three neon tetras, a corydora of some sort, and three "big uglies." Or common plecostomi (plecostomuses? According to Webster's, plecostomus doesn't seem to even be a real word, so... who knows!). And we called them big uglies because, well, they were big ones. Looking back, I'd say the tank was a tad overstocked.
My parents knew I loved fish, and we'd gotten a ten-gallon tank when I was five, and we'd gotten rid of almost two years later when I was seven. And we had a ton of fish in it... which, looking back, is probably one of the reasons the fish kept dying left and right. I can't even remember all of the fish we had, but I can try. One blue gourami, surprisingly enough, was the sole survivor when we got rid of the tank which we gave away... would've thought the lone survivor would've been something smaller for a mere ten-gallon tank. One of the original fish in the aquarium, too. There was a second blue gourami as well as a dwarf gourami, both of which made it past the one-year mark (hardy fish, I guess). At various times, not necessarily all at the very beginning, there were a couple of small angelfish, neither of which lived very long, an albino corydora, a red betta, three plecos, none of which lived long enough to get very big, dozens of neons which never seemed to survive for longer than a week, tiger barbs which I learned not to like very much, a black molly which, surprising to me, isn't supposed to be a vicious fish-killer, so I'm guessing there was just something wrong with ours, a salamander or newt or something like that which seemed to like the taste of fish, and a whole bunch of other fish that I can't remember right at the moment... point is, it was crowded in there, and except for the gouramis, nothing ever seemed to live very long. Still a little perplexed how the relatively large gouramis survived better than most of the others in such an overcrowded tank. Oddly enough, what's eventually become my favorite fish, harlequin rasboras, was something we never did have in our tank. Go figure.
Looking back, it's also pretty clear that Dad had no idea how to clean the fish tank (though in fairness, he didn't exactly have access to the same resources I do today). He'd take all of the fish out and put them into a bucket, while scouring the entire tank (whether soap was used I don't remember), and putting new gravel in each time. Don't remember how often he cleaned the tank, but I'm sure it wasn't every week... though still, this was a pretty good deterrant to ensure I wouldn't want to do such a thing myself.
Still, as overcrowded as the tank was, and as poorly as I now realize the tank was kept, I enjoyed it. Well, minus the tiger barbs and black molly, the latter of which I'm probably unfairly biased against now. It was nice seeing all the fish swimming, having fun... or watching the gouramis having fun, at least. Or surviving. I enjoyed watching the fish a lot, and I could do it all the time... for two years, anyway.
Flash forward to a couple of decades later, and... well, I have a fifty-six gallon tank now, largely because space is a pretty big issue for me, and I really can't fit longer tanks. Still, it's a tank that's probably going to have fewer fish than that ten-gallon tank as a kid. No fish yet, though--whole lotta' ammonia in there right now, but already I love just watching the tank... or it might be that I love air stones, and even as I type this, I'm watching all the bubbles bubble. Still soothing. Even have a Neptune's Castle in there... kinda' an old childhood favorite decoration, despite that it doesn't fit in with the rest of the (admittedly fake) decor. And I'm hoping to have a small fish community in there that's going to have fun and thrive!
Maybe one day I'll be able to have a goldfish pond, too... who knows....
And maybe I'm weird, but I may be the only person in the world who actually prefers freshwater aquariums to saltwater ones. Yellow tangs are awesome, but for the most part, saltwater aquariums never quite struck me the same way. And this was long before I knew freshwater tanks were cheaper, so it's not the price, either.