When I was little I used to fantasize about running away from home, catching a bus to San Diego, and hiding out in SeaWorld, like From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler style. I'd run around the park during the day, hide out in the bathrooms at closing time, and spend my nights with the animals. When they'd finally catch me, the SeaWorld staff would be so impressed by my relationship with the animals that they'd let me stay, and I'd become the youngest dolphin trainer in SeaWorld history.