As I gazed up, my eyes wandered from each wax
animal to another. All my life I have loved animals, even when
I was in kindergarten. My mom and dad were still together. Little
did I know that in the fourth grade they would separate. My
mother, father, sister, brother, and I went to a wax museum
while on a vacation. My family was happy, laughing, and smiling.
Someone would get on both sides of me and lift me up through
the air by hands. I felt as if I were a bird flying high above
the crisp earth. I would smile and laugh as they did so because
I loved the feeling of the wind in my blond flowing hair.
The wax museum astonished me. As we all walked through, we gazed
upon many different life-sized wax animals. I stopped, stared
long and hard at one animal. I saw that it didn’t move.
It was as lifeless as the floor I walked on. I looked up at
my mother and asked her why it wasn’t moving. Sweetly
she replied that it wasn’t real, that it was only made
from was. Keeping this in mind, I starred wide eyed and smiling
at the sculptures. There was a ram, a gazelle, bear, a cheetah,
tigers, birds, lizards, and so much more.
After about five minutes, the thought that they were wax was
pushed firmly out of my mind. Then, I saw it. There in front
of me was a giant buffalo. It stood tall and proud, just as
an old mighty oak tree planted firmly into the soil. It had
brown fur that changed shades as it went from its neck to back.
A clump of it hung as a main of a lion around its neck. What
a lovely creature! Not remembering it was made of wax, I wanted
to go pet this enormous beast.
Right in front of where this heavenly creature was displayed,
there was a small white step. Maybe I can pet it I thought to
myself. So I ran like a cheetah after its prey. My family was
shouting from behind me to stop, for they all knew what I was
about to do. I paid them no mind and ran on. I decided to jump
and skip the step. Smack! What I didn’t know was that
there was glass between me and the beast. So there I was, sprawled
out and suspended in the air held up by the glass, just as the
birds on the Windex commercials. My family stood behind me silent.
Then I slowly slid down the glass. As I did so, it sounded like
someone pressed their hand on a window and moved it down. I
fell backwards onto the floor. By then, my family was hysteric
with laughter. Just as the figures carved in wax, that day is
carved into my mind.