I'm moving on, but...

I was four-ish. We went to a zoo. I saw a giraffe, and I wanted it. Mom said I can't have it, I cried.

Today, I saw a giraffe and I still want it. And I still can't. But I didn't cry. I took pictures of it.

I guess that's just life. We can never really get over something that we like but we can't have. We just find ways to get used to live without it.