Dear Kiska, I'm sorry it took me so long to write. That is not the kind of thing that a friend should do.
I do not mean to make excuses but after our last visit I needed some time to process.
You see Kiska, I cannot believe you are still at Marineland. I cannot believe that those of us living in Ontario have not decided that Marineland is corrupt.
I know that that is a harsh word to use. I do not use it lightly. When I came to see you I stopped to see some of your captive friends along the way.
I saw the seals. I saw the seals with their tiny tank and poor excuses for toys. I saw the milky glazed over eyes that spoke of their captivity induced blindness. I even watched one of your friends swim right into a floating toy and startle at the impact.
My stomach in knots I continued toward you.
Did you know that Marineland has not changed in years?
The buildings, the gardens, and the enclosures. All of Marineland appears frozen in time. The colours of the buildings are the same. The rides are the same. I watched the lady bug roller coaster zip by. It brought me back to being a child and sitting on that ride with my Dad. I am sorry that we did not know then what we know now.