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Personal Narrative: A Trip To Jail

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A Trip to Jail When I was younger, I can remember my anticipation waiting in line with my family on a warm Sunday afternoon. There were lots of kids around us waiting to walk through the red gates and they seemed to be just as excited as my brothers and I were. When it was our turn at the gate I would stand on my tippy toes and peek my head over the counter to look into the small booth where the smiling lady stood. My face was hit with cool air from the air conditioning as I looked around. The nice lady always smiled and handed me sticker. On the sticker it read, “Fort Wayne Children’s Zoo” and had a lion and some zebras, along with other animals on it. I’d smile and press it onto my shirt. Then, I grab mommy or daddy’s hand and gleefully walk through the gates into the crowd of people.When I was little the Fort Wayne Zoo was a mystical place where I could travel all over the world in a single place, but as I grew up, I have realized that zoos are nothing but an animal jail where creatures are locked up so they never see their true roots or get to feel real natural instincts. …show more content…

From the monkey’s, to the Alligators, to the Zebras, I wanted to hit every exhibit and watch as the animals went about their natural routines. I’d press my face right up to the glass and observe until my mother had to pry me away so that the kids behind us could take a look. I’ve always been an animal lover and getting to see these exotic animals a few times a year with my family was such a treat for me. I also had a huge imagination so not only did I get a trip to the zoo, I also got to visit Africa, Australia, and Indonesia all in one day. This experience for any child is one that is overwhelming and exciting, but as it should happen, when you get older you realize that things aren’t always what they

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