Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Toronto Zoo

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A mysterious, seemingly never ending chorus of howls rang in my eardrums for the first time. The sound was ominous yet beautiful, and the windy atmosphere around me added to the eerie mood. So far, the first vacation my family and I had ever had in Canada had been lovely, and one day we found ourselves at the Toronto Zoo on an early November morning. The whipping wind and cold nipped at my face as I tightened my scarf and gloves. Small snow crystals slowly descended from the sky, landing in my hair and blanketing the ground. The zoo was nearly empty, for who would want to wander around the zoo in such cold, snowy weather? I, for one, did not complain about the temperature and was extremely excited at the idea of visiting the zoo, since they are one of my favorite places. I would’ve loved to see the polar bears and other arctic species in their snow covered environments since I love learning about, watching, and caring for animals. However, I had not known that this visit would have left as great as an impact as it had, and I am thankful for every moment I had there. I first suggested that we go see the wolves, one of my favorite animals. As we casually walked, cracked jokes and enjoyed our time, all of a sudden a series of howls set off. They started off slowly and then progressively became louder and more in unison. …show more content…

The chorus of howls reminded me of the time my grandmother taught me about wolves and all their unique traits that I would have never known by looking at them. Her passion drew my mind to visualize my nostalgic memories of all the wolf paintings and photographs that decorated nearly all the walls in her cozy home. The wolves continued to howl, and my parents decided for us to find somewhere warm in the zoo, however the memory remained frozen in my mind. I could hear their cries across the park, and I wished I could watch them

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