When I little, I had this dream that I would work at SeaWorld. I was so sure I would be great at "training" the seals, dolphins and orcas. I loved them all so much, and wanted to work with them. I eventually learned that I'd have to study to be a "Marine Bilologist [sic]" and, because I was so young, would say that messed up pronunciation each time I talked about what I wanted to do. It was all for SeaWorld, since they held the animals I loved most! I was excited.
The first time I went to SeaWorld, I was still young and so thrilled. I sat in the bleachers and watched as my beloved animals leaped and touched their noses to a ball at the whistles' command. I don't remember much about the details of the entire day, but I know that the best part came when the orcas performed. I always thought they looked so angry and menacing, which scared and fascinated me. To see them play made them look sweet and human-like. I loved them, and even back then I remember thinking that it was the best thing in the world to see them yet it didn't feel right. I knew they were playing, but it seemed like a fantasy world. Despite my desire to see orcas, it felt wrong. I had no idea why at the time, but it made me sad to think of them in that show.