Because my dad worked a lot of weekends, his day off would often be Wednesday. When it was, he would always take me to the zoo. That was back when the big cats were in the cat house. I always loved the tigers, still do. Anyway, he convinced me that one tiger (fairly famous one named Dakkar) regularly recognized me, and that it was "my" tiger. He'd tell me Dakkar was looking right at me, that he knew it was me!

Some of my fondest childhood memories are from that zoo.