I can never go back to Sea World. I went there
ago a few years and I cried because the day before that
I lost my best friend. Her goal in life was to save animals...
Not from dying in the wild, from dying in captivity. She said she
would rather have sea animals die in nature, naturally, then in
captivity, poisoned. She said that they aren't happy in
captivity, having to do tricks that they may not want to do. And
those people baby them but when they don't cooperate they
set them free in the wild, where they don't know how to live,
because they babied them. I never did any thing to stop the
captivity. I never thought about it before. I thought that
this was my best friend's thing, not mine. I was also
embarrassed of it. I was embarrassed of everything. But
she wasn't, she didn't care. She was living the life. She didn't
care what other thought, but she cared
about others. Then when I went to Sea World,
I only thought about her and her goal. I cried. I was
watching a show, sitting at the top of the bleachers, i stood up
and turned around so no one would see me crying, Then I saw
dolphins, playing together, no one bugging them. Seeing them free
made me want to be like my best friend. Made me want to-
- Not
care about what others think as long as I'm living MY
dream.
- Not care about what others think but care
about others.
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Love