Way back when I was small, I was Deathly afraid of singing fish. It started when my Grandpa received a Billy Bass for his birthday, and every time my parents took me to the store, I wanted to see the fish, but when they took one down from the shelf and pushed the button for me, I FREAKED OUT!!!

It wasn't until the Christmas of 2000 when my uncle gave a Travis Trout I liked it so much that in no time I had whore it out and pretty much broke every moving part on it. Then one summer while I was taking a nap, my Travis Trout was sold to another happy young boy at my family's garage sale. I was sort of upset a few years later when I found out it had been sold, but again, I didn't really care that much as I had plenty of other toys to keep me company. Luckily, My Grandpa still had his Billy Bass which we played with for hours and hours. After he passed away, I inherited his old Billy Bass which was in great need of repair.

In 2011, I decided that it was time to get myself another Travis Trout. And after months of searching thrift stores and garage sales I finnaly found one that needed some fixing, but I didn't care! I was so happy to find another Travis! Sadly, That one bit the dust in early 2012. It wasn't until 2014 when I really got good at fixing these things.

Now, after once being scared of them, I have around 20 singing fish in all. funny how things like that happen, isn't it?