I was in Fourth Grade. For me it was when I saw the magazine of prizes I could get if I sold $1000 in pies, pizzas, and croissants. It was a huge boom box. I was so excited when I met my goal. My parents were really surprised as the boxes kept coming. My dad said "Are you sure this is all her order?" My parents had no clue the dedication I put into this prize because I went door to door by myself. I hit the college dorms and along way from home.
On delivery day my parents struggled to help me deliver to all the people before everything melted. The day came when I got my prize to my horror it was a small boom box I could have died. I was so disappointed I remember crying to my parents disputing that the picture it looked bigger. My father taught my my first lesson that just because it looks big in a magazine doesn't mean it is, as he showed me the small print with the actual size with a disclaimer that picture is bigger than actual size.