Normanday #77: Zzzzzzzzzzzz.
…the weirdest place you ever fell asleep.
Here is the single entry from last week when I asked you to write for three minutes about…
My favorite part about going to the zoo wasn’t the polar bears, monkeys, or even the seals. It was the underground tunnel we had to go through from the parking lot to the zoo. It ran under the highway. Even with the baby strollers and toddlers all around, being in the tunnel felt like an adventure. Because there was no traffic, I was allowed to run ahead of my parents. It was like being in a cave. The sound of my feet hitting the smooth floor echoed against the walls. The tunnel seemed to go on for miles. After looking at all the animals, we got to go through the tunnel again, on the way back to the car. I ran, freer than the caged tigers.