My dad took me to Sea World when I was 3. He worked it out that when we went to the Shamu show, I was the one that got to sit on the whale.
You can’t even do that anymore. I think he ate a kid or something. The details are blurry.
When I find myself in “kids these days” conversations and others say “I miss the days before Facebook”, I think to myself “I miss the days when a three year old could ride a killer whale.”
What a magical time.
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