Even after we moved away, we made a stop at SeaWorld every time we visited California. I would meet my best childhood friends at the park after not seeing them for years. We would go to SeaWorld with my aunt and uncle for overdue visits. My youngest brother, who hadn't yet been born when we lived in San Diego, finally got to take part in our family tradition during one year's trip. SeaWorld gave my family so many wonderful memories.
Eventually, however, I learned what SeaWorld was really all about, and that all those memories were based on lies.
Years after going to SeaWorld with my family, I saw "Blackfish" for the first time. After I watched it, I was heartbroken. What had happened to my favorite childhood park with all its good memories? I had grown up loving SeaWorld and its animals, and I was left feeling so confused. Essentially, SeaWorld had lied to me. When I had watched the whales leap out of the water to say hello, they weren't happy like all the trainers claimed they were - they were deeply suffering.