I can never go back to Sea World. I went there ago a few years and I cried because the day before that I lost my best friend. Her goal in life was to save animals... Not from dying in the wild, from dying in captivity. She said she would rather have sea animals die in nature, naturally, then in captivity, poisoned. She said that they aren't happy in captivity, having to do tricks that they may not want to do. And those people baby them  but when they don't cooperate they set them free in the wild, where they don't know how to live, because they babied them. I never did any thing to stop the captivity. I never thought about it before. I thought that this was my best friend's thing, not mine. I was also embarrassed of it. I was embarrassed of everything. But she wasn't, she didn't care. She was living the life. She didn't care what other thought, but she cared about others.   Then when I went to Sea World, I only thought about her and her goal. I cried. I was watching a show, sitting at the top of the bleachers, i stood up and turned around so no one would see me crying, Then I saw dolphins, playing together, no one bugging them. Seeing them free made me want to be like my best friend. Made me want to-
 

- Not care about what others think as long as I'm living MY dream.

- Not care about what others think but care about others.

- Love