I really did believe that I was buying a Black Baby from Africa!! After donating my penny, I watched excitedly as the teacher marked of each box on the grid, and patiently waited until every last one was filled in. The teacher would announce in class that you had finished the card, and you got a clap from everyone and it made me feel so happy and that I has done something really important. I got a certificate for filling my card and can only assume that in my innocence it was a form of adoption papers.
The following week at school my teacher asked me if i wanted another card to collect more pennies. Can you imagine her face when I said "But please Miss, I haven't had my other Black baby yet!!"? She was speechless and could only blink and say, "But Donna Marie, you didn't really think you were going to get a black child from Africa, did you?" To which I replied, "Well Miss, I did pay for one."
My first self inflicted real "riddie" and I can tell you I still cringe with embarassment before I burst into laughter. When I think about it the teacher couldn't have explained to us properly about the collecting for charity that we so lovingly donated every day with such unselfish conviction. So yes, I'm going to say it - "Miss, it was your fault!"
I still feel a tug at heart strings when I think about how let down I was that day. I was gutted!