My family visits aquariums frequently. I loved staying for hours and watching the sea creatures swim and wave in the water. I longed to be a mermaid and enter that world of color and salt--perhaps I would live in a seaweed forest or coral reef. My youngest brother, Will, did not share my awe, one could scarcely blame him, he was not yet walking and was confined to Mom's arms.
In one room, the dim glow of manufactured light emanated from large, salty tanks. Fish swam--not gold fish or carp, but gigantic sea dwellers brought to the aquarium for us to watch and wonder at. I stared at every tank in turn; Will squirmed in Mom's arms and fussed. "We'll have to go soon," Mom said. I glowered at Will. Dragging my feet I followed her.
Suddenly, Will was still and silent. I quickly saw what had captured him--a cylider tank filled with orange jellyfish. They were dancing and floating through the water; a spiral of orange touched with crimson. Will was enthralled. We didn't leave the aquarium for hours.
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