Don’t get me anywhere near a petting zoo. I’m attracted to them like a magnet and you might never get me out. I don’t care that while I’m there, I’m more than twice as tall as the average visitor, and four times their age. I love them. So much so that I’ve lost more laundry quarters than I can count–to the vending machines that pour nutritional pellets into my eager, cupped hands.
A goat that chews at the hem of a lady’s skirt…the white feathers that fly in all directions inside a dusty, smelly pen…it’s always something new.
But it’s not just petting zoos that bring a smile to my face–its any animal encounter, really. From daylong visits to the World Famous San Diego Zoo, to the hours spent at the little Happy Hollow of my Silicon Valley childhood, it’s all great.
Sometimes in your serious adult life, you just need a moment to feel like you did when you were a kid.
For me, Zoos are about discovery. You can go to the same zoo over and over and over again and see something wondrous. I’ve seen a giraffe running beside the tour bus as the sun was setting, its passengers letting out a soft, “Oooooooooh.” I’ve witnessed a vulture spreading out its wings, being an absolute showoff as I passed by. And there was that one llama sporting a fresh cut and a hairdo atop his/her head so thick and original that I can’t help but be a little jealous of it to this day, if I’m honest.
No matter what your favorite animal is, there’s always something inside a zoo that’ll bring an unexpected smile to your face.