Nicky B 5 CA

The Bronx Zoo with my Grandparents

I will never forget the time my grandparents took my sister and me to the Bronx Zoo. I was in first grade and this was over April break. My Grandma and Grandpa took me and my sister Maggie to New York City to the Bronx Zoo. In the City it was a gray and gloomy day. We were in luck because it was not raining… yet.

When we walked into the zoo it was super crowded for such a gloomy day. The first place we went was the birdhouse. It was just me, my Grandpa and Maggie. My Grandma did not go in because she despises any type of bird or snake. When we entered the birdhouse it was like a jungle. It smelled tropical, and definitely the birds had a smell to them. There was a rainbow parrot in a cheerful cage that would not be quiet. So at perfect timing my sister said my name right in front of the bird. Then it said, “HI NICKY, HI NICKY, HI NICKY.” It got so irritating that we decided to leave immediately.

We walked around the zoo and saw the outside exhibits. We saw the chimpanzees and the monkeys. My family has this weird thing about monkeys that we are all obsessed with them. In less than two minutes it started pouring rain. It was like the sky had started hysterically crying, like a mini Niagara Falls! The poor animals were getting poured on. I could see their faces coming down like when you’re really sad about something. The streets were flooding, everybody was sopping wet. It was a disaster!  There was absolutely no dry shelters accept for the snake house.

At this point my grandma would rather do anything but go in the snake house. I thought of it as a danger zone because I was scared of poisonous animals. When we entered the danger zone there was rattling everywhere. It was like an evil scientist’s lair. There were poisonous venoms everywhere. It was very scary. It smelled like if someone had just thrown up garbage. It was the most repulsive thing I’ve ever inhaled. It was like second hand smoke that could possibly kill you. Accept we wouldn’t die we would throw up.. After twenty minutes of pure torture we had to leave because we couldn’t stand it anymore.

My grandparents told us that they would buy us new clothes from the Bronx Zoo gift shop. So off we went to the other dry resource that somehow we didn’t think of going to before the whole scene in the snake house. We entered the DRY little hut. This place was so crowded it would have been almost impossible to find our sizes. Rack after rack we looked when finally we found our sizes. We waited in this huge line to change into our new clothes. At last we were dry and warm.

We ran to the car and jumped in. I felt a little bad because only Maggie and I were dry. The car ride home was full of laughs and funny conversations. It was hard for my Grandpa to drive because you couldn’t see out the window.  Lots of people pulled aside because they couldn’t drive with all the fog and rain. It was kind of scary because the highway was really slippery.

When we got to my house my mom and dad were so astounded that my grandparents were sopping and that we were not. We told them our whole adventure, and it contained every little detail that happened that day. When we told the story my parent’s faces were like in a movie when you go “ooohhh” and “ahhhh.” They did not think we had had fun at all. But to tell you the truth it was one of the most fun days I have had so far in my life and I will never forget the day with my grandparents. Hopefully, that will be my last trip to the Bronx Zoo when it’s raining.