Once upon a time, when I was a wee lass, my mother took me to Kenai, which is an hour and a half away from where we lived, but was big enough to have small mall/shopping center, and a big grocery store. We would go to Kenai/Soldotna to buy exotic things like peppermint ice cream.

If there was a reason other than getting to see a baby tiger this time, I don’t remember. The important thing is that I got to hold a tiger cub and have my picture taken on Polaroid (no doubt for a nominal fee).

It’s a bad scan of an old photo, but ain’t we cute?