When I was younger, my mom always takes me with her when she goes to the market (old fashion like a farmers market and not the typical super market that we have now) and before we leave I always get to take home a live fish with me. (happiest day of the week for me) I put them in a big cooking pot and called it my fish tank. after about two days, they'd tell me the fish died and we're having fish for dinner. Hmmm....
9 years old. Had a gold fish in a bowl, lasted like 2 years not kidding. Someone once said it was a pond fish? Not really sure what that means.
It was won at a fair and put in what I now know to be probably a 6-7 gallon bowl with a few rocks