Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

Growing up gorilla is just like any other kind of growing up. You make mistakes. You play. You learn. You do it all over again.

My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

Oh, it's just a trash can. Chill out." (Marco) BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," (Marco) " BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you hate trash cans? Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" (Jake)

Yes," he said. "You were strong. You were brave. You were good. You mattered.

I just want to get on a table, dance on someone's tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away