When I was five, I was sent to live in Vancouver from Alberta. I was told there was a tree in Vancouver that was large enough to drive a car through. I envisioned a large tree, hollowed out, lying on its side, while traffic whizzed through it. I could harly wait to drive through this tree. Next, I was told a whale had been captured in Vancouver, and I was to see this whale on the very day I arrived in Van. Now I had seen pictures of whales in book, and one thing I knew was they was really really big. REALLY big. I was also told the Pacific ocean
was so big you couldn't even see the other side. Really? how was this even possible? Couldn't wait. BIG trees, BIG whales and BIG water
. Guess when I get to Vancouver, we'll drive through the big tree, on the way to see the giant whale, which lived in an ocean so big, you could see only water to the horizon and beyond...
Arrive in Vancouver, go see the tree...its and old knarled stump just the front of the car would fit into,,,disappointment... good thing they still had the whale and the ocean... crossed the Lions Gate Bridge, where its pointed out that we were crossing the for-real Pacific... only I could clearly see land on either side of the bridge...disappointment... good thing we were on out way to see the behemoth of the deep...we get to the harbour, and there, swimming around in circles, is a whale no bigger than a dolphin...I'm lookin' for a blue whale 100 feet long. My misperceptions of both the tree and the whale led to disappointing results, yet the size of the Pacific was many thousands of times bigger than I was expecting, yet I believed I was looking at the entire ocean from the bridge.
on a bit of a side note, I was watching history
being made. The whale was named Moby Doll, and was the first killer whale ever held in captivity.