Interestingly enough, when I was about two years old, my favourite creature of the animal kingdom was the elephant. Nothing gave me more thrill and excitement when I watched disney movies as a little kid and seeing the elephant army from Jungle Book patrol across the jungle and piss off Bagheera. It was unreal, how much my mind would explode in magic and wonder of these amazing beasts. I remember the days my mom and dad took me to the Detroit Zoo when I was four years old and I saw the elephant footprints painted on the ground and I followed them with such excitement...and when I saw them, babies and mothers and fathers in their hangout spot, all eating grass and holding each other's tails, I had never felt so fascinated and caught up in the whirlwind of creation's most magnificent gentle beasts. I was shocked and in fear, but also in love with these big things. All my life I'd had a soft spot for them. Elephant stuffed animals and posters and movies were my favourite. Everything about them seemed so precious, so unique, so human like. It was a heart breaking beauty about them. I then learned they actually have the ability to cry, unlike all land creatures besides humans. Literal tears form in their eyes and fall down their wrinkly gray cheeks if a herd member is injured or is killed by a predator. They gather around in a circle facing the lost child, or mother, or brother, and hold a sort of elephant funeral service. And they cry. And for that I believe I'll always love elephants for their pure and precious nature that is just so captivating to me... and their memories are perfect, always sharp and never forgetting a face or smell or encounter with anyone. I liked that cause I have a similar memory...
I don't know why I wrote this, just felt like it I guess
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