I can remember playing bingo with my grandma at church when I was a young boy. It was a fantastic time. It was so enticing watching all of the people with their colour sticks waiting eagerly for the next number to be called. I distinctly remember seeing the look of joy on the winner’s faces, and the look of defeat on the faces of those who were only one number away from winning. Sometimes the jackpots grew to almost a thousand dollars. I wished so badly to have won one of them. I fantasized about what I would do with the money; maybe buy a new bike, or some baseball cards. Instead, grandma gave me some change to go to the concession stand ad get some popcorn or cotton candy. While I never won a jackpot, I still look back at those Wednesday evenings with such joy. I loved spending time with my grandma playing bingo.