“The Cove” – A Must See
I’m 6—sitting on a concrete bench in the gallery of an amphitheater. The paint on the...
“The Cove” – A Must See
I’m 6—sitting on a concrete bench in the gallery of an amphitheater. The paint on the benches, baked by the California sun and worn by millions of backsides is the palest blue—nearly gray. My 4 year-old sister’s gaze is fixed, her attention riveted—like mine.
In stunning contrast, the crystal blue pool looms below, filled with smiling, dancing creatures that soar into the air, catching and tossing balls to each other and jumping through hoops before plunging down again. They’re playing. I want to play, too. With every splash, a sprinkling cools our sun-flushed faces and we giggle and wish, with all our hearts, we could wrap our arms around the smooth bodies of these mystical creatures.
The year is 1968. We’re watching “Flipper” at Sea World. (more…)