This weekend Simon’s company had their company picnic at Sea World. I was really excited to go since I have not been since middle school. Actually, the last time I went was a little after Shamu was born.
I remember him well. He was so small compared to his mother. He was just learning tricks. I was so in love.
Of course my brother had to ruin the memory by calling me Shamu for the next few years. This was his big brother way of calling me fat. I already had body issues for being the tallest girl in my class; now I began thinking I was fat as well.
Oh well, back to Shamu. He has grown over the past 20 or so years. He was the biggest of the whales and had so much presence. I was very proud of him for growing up to be such a good boy. But, I couldn’t help but feel sad for him and the others. I know what great things Sea World does to injured sea mammals, but there was apart of me that wanted them to be in the sea. I couldn’t help but have a tear in my eye as I watched the show.
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