I till remember the firt day I went to the zoo. When I wa only five year old, my mother took me there. I wa pleaed to ee o many real animal at the ame time. They eemed o lovely and active. I pent a nice day. But on my way home, I began to feel orry for them. They were taken away from their parent and friend and alo far away from the nature. They mut have felt lonely, I thought. Every day, the only thing they could do wa to it there and wait for food.