A Visit to the Animal Kingdom in Florida Essay

English Reflective prove Florida is portrayed as a fantasy land where Mickey hook greets you around every corner and where Cinderella actually lives, where daylights go by with by a single drop of rain and the sky is consistently suddenly blue. However this was the farthest thing from my mind as I sit down in an immense carbon-emmiting monster whose air conditioning has spluttered and died and time the sphere of influence poured the air was so thick and mucky that flies were sticking to the windscreen as we drove, only to be washed a elbow room by the drowning rain.As this was happening, my dad who was yet to figure out his left from his right had the near-miracle designate of finding our hotel. Which was almost impossible because visibility was limited to about a yard and that requires great concentration, which was hard to find after the fiasco at the airport. Day 2 To my great excitement, Animal Kingdom was our first-year theme park, rather disappointing though what was hyped up to be a splendour of animal based excitement turned out to be a zoo with the odd thrill.However my memory of the first day was largely marred by Dad with his new and shiny American muscle car forgot that when all four doors were shut the lock trunk was activated. All hell broke lose With my mum muttering and meandering(a) nonchalantly and quietly with the odd distinguishable, God.. men and my dad, the man of the household and the fatal being, who was spouting all sorts of obscenities and was spanking the car,lightly so no damage was through but gave the impression that somehow it was the cars fault, it was up to me (seeming the only level headed piece of the family) to aqcuire the basic excerpt needs such as food and water.With out park tickets being used for the day at that place was no way of buying fresh water. Giving up on the task of survival and surrending to the fate of the great over-powering Florida sunshine that was gobbling up every ounce of liquid, I went to a little ledge at the very far lieu of the car park and with ironic timing the edge of my eye caught hand of a little pool. And just corresponding an oasis in the midriff of the Sahara desert the temptation to drink from this minor miracle was extreme.As I squatted and stared while heavily drooling with my mouth arid there was a conflict of sense of right and wrong apparent in my head. The good side was reciting the well known detail that one of the locals had stated, In every pool of water in Florida there is an alligator. The other evil side accompanied by my sailva and most major organs, was willing to tempt fate yet my good conscience claimed dire victory and I was left to dessicate. And looking back on it, it was belike a wise decision, however the journey back to the apartment was like a front row seat between Mohammed Ali and Mike Tyson.