Way WAY back in primary school
so when I was about 7 or 8...

My school had a fete/open/fun day type thingy, complete with guess how many marbles are in the jar and wack a rat (stuffed rat gets dropped down a drain pipe and you have to do you best to smash it's head in, proper familiy entertainment)...but that wasn't my forte, I'd eaten tons of cake drunk loads of panda pops and was buzzing about like only junk food from the 80s can make you. Then the deputy head calls everyone to gather around the shoddy table laden with all sorts of goodies for the decerning patron to choose from. Oh yes it was time for the raffle.

Now for some reason, when I was young, I always won at raffles, perhaps it was just luck but even at 8 I knew it was pure skill...just like deal or no deal. Anyhoo it was time to draw, I had my line of tickets in my hand eagerly awaiting the first number and mentally choosing what I was going to have, roses chocs, Selection of cakes or the massive jar of sweets...oh the choices...then it was called, I'd only gone and matched the first ticket. With a big smile on my face I proudly walked up to the table to claim my prize...However, I wasn't alone. Unknown to me my mother had followed me up and was standing right behind me, as I was umming and arring over which e number laden package of lovliness was going home with me the cheeky woman pushed me out of the way and picked up the big bottle of Wiskey sat on the corner of the table...

I'd won, but my prize was snatched away from me just as I got to witin arms reach of it, just so my parents could drink themselves to a place where they could forget they had kids (it was a fix from the start I say)...Didn't even get a pick an mix on the way home....Gutted...
(Bushcricket, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 15:04, Reply)