tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449147139519589668.post7862686453055023071..comments2024-01-13T03:17:02.912-06:00Comments on S.K. Mayhew, Kid Lit Writer : A Single BloomSharon K. Mayhewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07799235347319851345noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449147139519589668.post-38458456969729691022009-10-10T19:24:53.777-05:002009-10-10T19:24:53.777-05:00That is so sad. That poor monkey. I don't th...That is so sad. That poor monkey. I don't think I'll ever look at the primate exhibit in the same way. Thanks for sharing, Heather.Sharon K. Mayhewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07799235347319851345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8449147139519589668.post-84551105113768700732009-10-10T09:52:01.766-05:002009-10-10T09:52:01.766-05:00I can't think of one particular instance in na...I can't think of one particular instance in nature that overwhelmed me. I do love to relax in a quiet natural setting. <br />Something did overwhelm me once at a zoo. I was on a field trip with the kids once, and we were visiting the primate house. I saw a lonely chimpanze sitting in the corner of the cold wet floor of her cage, fidgeting with her fur on her arm. She looked at me with soulful brown eyes, peering out from a face so similar to my own. She was not happy in that cold barren box in which she was forced to reside. People filed by just looking at her, maybe pointing and commenting. My heart skipped a beat as I realized how genetic make-up is 99% the same as mine; how her brain is almost a complex as mine; how she might have simple thoughts and daydreams like me. I just did not seem right to take her out of her natural home and put her on display for people just a little more advanced than her to gawk at. I have not been able to go to the primate exhibits since then.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01596877169625581317noreply@blogger.com