In the fourth grade I was in love with all things horse. I had horse figurines, horse books, horse pictures, horse everything. I wanted a horse SO BAD.
One morning before school, my mother and older brother woke me up. “Lisa!” (That was my nickname) “Get up! You won the horse! You won the horse!”
I rubbed sleep out of my eyes, confused. “What?”
My mom said, “I entered you in a contest at McDonalds to win a horse and you WON! We just heard it announced on the radio!”
My eyes must have been as big as saucers as her words sank in. “Really?”
She urged me to get up. “We have to call them to claim your prize!”
Sleepy and dazed at the thought of my dream finally coming true, I followed her and my brother out into the living room. She picked up the phone and dialed, handing me the receiver.
“What do I say?” I asked.
“Say, ‘I’m the one that won the horse,’” she replied.
At the other end of the phone, a young male voice answered, “This is McDonalds. How may I help you?”
In a voice shaking with excitement, I said, “I’m the one that won the horse.”
“I’m the one that won the horse!”
Surprised and confused that I’d been hung up on, I looked to my mother for answers. She was doubled over from laughter. My brother was actually on the floor rolling around.
As a deeply heartbreaking sense of betrayal overtook me, I burst into tears and ran back to my room. It took my mom half an hour to calm me down.
I have disliked April Fools Day ever since.