MAKING MEMORIES By Amy Arora
A mother and daughter head to Tanzania and the plains of the Serengeti for their first-ever safari CHEETAH CUBS PLAYING IN THE SAVANNAH
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few months after our safari in Tanzania, my mother told me that, far more than the pride of lions sunning themselves right next to our safari car, or the baby elephant who played in the mud like a child, it was the rolling plains of the Serengeti that have stayed with her. “I can see them when I close my eyes,” she says. “I’ll never forget the vastness of it all.” That’s the thing about a safari. It’s the unanticipated moments that will get you. I had a few expectations before my first safari. I pictured animals as specks in the distance, seen through binoculars and captured on film with long, extravagant lenses. What I never imagined was animals so close that you could roll down the window and touch them. We didn’t, of course. But it was awe-inspiring all the same. On the first day in the Serengeti, our guide spots something among the long grass. It was impossible to see without expert eyes. Our
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