My mother and I have an adventure 2
My aunts would come to Concordia House and take my mother out for lunch and shopping every Thursday. When I would come there I was always trying to find fun things for us to do together that were not in her normal routine. She kept complaining how badly she wanted to get out.
I thought the zoo would be nice for both of us. I had never driven there but I had a vague feeling that it was near the 40th Street bridge because I’d seen signs there. (I love the 40th Street bridge.) So we set off and it seemed as if we would be successful in finding the zoo but suddenly we were lost. So I parked the car outside a veterinarian’s office, went in, and asked for directions. It turned out that we were not far away at all.
My mother told me that I was wonderful, stopping and asking for directions like that. I asked her why it was wonderful and she said that Don–my step father–would never do that, he would turn around and go home. She said all her friends were like that. I said that Don would have found a way to get to the zoo if she really wanted to go. But it was so nice, my mother telling me that I was wonderful.
It was a hot, humid day in early autumn and a long, uphill walk to enter the zoo. My mother was trying to keep up but she was out of breath. So we stopped, just to look at the colony of lions that lived in a kind of rocky area. There was a crowd of people there.
A male lion was blissfully asleep on a hot rock, sleeping on his back with four feet up in the air. A young female lion scampered by, bit the sleeping male’s ear, then ran away. The lion woke up and roared angrily. The crowd of people–all of us–began to laugh.
A woman in the crowd said: “Get up and do something.”
A man said: “Welcome to my world.”
Everybody roared with laughter. I’ll never forget this; however, I don’t think my mother understood it all. Anyway, that was our zoo adventure and I’m grateful that I didn’t get discouraged and that I asked directions. That was when my mother told me she thought I was an excellent driver. She admired me for driving all the way to Pittsburgh from Bloomsburg. For me it was the best kind of fun and I only wished that I could do it again.
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