When I was almost 5 in 1996, I was in Howe, Okla. for Reunion Days, which is a annual festival that takes place. Howe is a very small town. My mom’s graduating class had 10 people!
So there I am, a little girl, and I see this tent that is giving away bunnies! Well, they weren’t just giving them away. You had to stand behind a fence or rail and shoot a ping-pong ball into a bowl or ring that was floating in one of those tiny, little kid’s mini pools.
I got so excited because I wanted a bunny so bad, but I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to win one. So little, short me went up to the tent dead set on making this ping-pong ball into a bowl, and let me tell you, I failed miserably, about four times probably.
Each time I failed I’d be back to my mom for another dollar to be able to play. Finally, after a few tries, she told me that it was my last try, and when I didn’t make it I just started crying. I remember how I was feeling at the moment, and I was upset. The bunnies were so close to me, I could even pet them and hold them, and my mom had already said I could keep one if I won one.
After I came back crying, a good friend of my mom’s went over to the owner of the tent and I paid him some money to let me shoot the ball from the other side of fence. Well, I guess “the other side of the fence” is stretching it a little bit, because I was standing over the mini pool at this point, but guess what? I made it!
I had the bunny a few months, and then it got a cold and we didn’t realize it until we found it dead one day. I don’t remember what I named it, but it was a white bunny, so I’m sure it was some obvious name like “fluffy” or “snowball” or “hopper.” I’m not sure, but I know I was confused and sad when it died.