My friend's father took us to Saratoga, I had to be maybe 10 years old. We would go look at the horses walking around, picked one with long rear legs, and bet like $ 1 each to show. Think we won the first 4 races and left after 6.
My friend's father was pissed and we left early, I never thought much about it. The next day they took me to Playland in Rye and I just had a great weekend.
Maybe 20 years later when reliving that story, it struck me why he was angry and we left Saratoga early. He was obviously taking it in the face, poor dude. I have a different perspective of that day now