I entered tons of contests as a kid. The only one that I ever won was a
birthday party at a steak house. As a kid, one of my favorite foods was a
steak. Go figure. I hated hamburgers and french fries but that is what
they served us for our meal. I think we could have had a hotdog but I hated
those even worse. I did love the topper on my cake though. It was a
ballerina and she spun around and around when you blew on her as you would
have to do to blow out the candles.
She didn't last very long. I had a very klutsy friend who managed to break
a lot of my things. That was among them. She also had a very weird habit
of just leaving very quickly when something broke. She never apologized or
admitted to breaking the thing. So whenever she left in a hurry like that I
would have to look for the damage. And she wouldn't leave right away
either. She'd wait until I went to the bathroom or she would ask for a
snack or a drink and then when I was in the kitchen, she'd leave.
There were a couple of good things about this friend. They always had a
huge tub of licorice bites on their coffee table. Both black and red mixed.
It was always fresh. And they always had those litte Laughing Cow cheese
cubes in the fridge for snacks. Do they even make those any more? They
also had a huge fridge with an ice maker. In those days I didn't know
anyone else with an ice maker.