I remember arriving at the zoo when it was still cool morning. The parking lot was on the other side of that brick building, and you entered thru it into the worst smell EVER. It was "the monkey house" and in my little girl mind, something to be endured till we could get out into air that didn't make my eyes water. Sure the monkeys were fun to see, but even at 5 or 6, I knew those concrete and steel cages were mean to the animals, and way too small.
But you know how childhood memories are--I've stopped there a few times as an adult, at maybe 10 year intervals--hoping the smell in that building will be mild or gone, an indicator that those monkeys have large airy outdoor spaces now with fun trees and rocks to climb. But no.
I think maybe somewhere inside me is that little kid looking forward to the miniature train ride we took a couple times when I was under 7 years old.
Like enduring the monkey house over and over might bring the train back?
(There was a photo of us on that little train...whatever happened to it? Anybody know?)