Personal Narrative: San Diego Zoo

My mother had found a zoo online that was located in our city and decided that it would be fun to check it out. I had my doubts since I had always trusted well-known zoos such as the San Diego Zoo, but in the end I too decided it would be worth looking into. It was Saturday noon, when my mom, dad, and I left for the zoo. When we were halfway there we came upon a bumpy road scattered with rocks. My father told us that it was used in winter to keep the cars from slipping on the icy road. But I could only think of one thing at that moment, the immense headache which the constant bumping on the road brought me. I complained that we should’ve gone to the Humane Society. It was right near the house and there wasn’t a bumpy road we had to cross when
I sucked in my unhappiness and we went to the gift shop to buy tickets. After that, we went around the first half of the Zoo. Only the bear was awake while all the other animals slept. After looking around the first half a bit, I felt very dissatisfied until we saw the second half of the Zoo. My hopes went high again and as we passed the restrooms I saw those same bushes with purple flowers. The bees buzzed around them making an irritating drone as they hopped from flower to flower in a dreadful way. I quickly panicked and ran away from the bees to another exhibit. My parents followed me as I looked at a model of generators that powered the zoo. We continued down the path leading to turtles, which I ignored because of my boredom with the place. We saw some foxes which are my favorite animal and helped my mood a little bit. However, due to the lack of animals that were up and about (except for the vulture, hawk, bear, and fox) and the lack of variety in animals, I began to complain about how this trip was a waste of time. My father commented that the purple flowers attracted bees and would you know it, I was wearing purple pants and shirt with purple flowers. I began to have a whining fit on how I hated coming here, that the clothes I wore were an awful choice, and that my mother should have listened to me and we should’ve went to the humane