Seeing polar bears underwater for me. My parents remember Willy swimming in his pool at the North Carolina Zoo, but I was only an infant then. I came close as far as seeing Philadelphia's polar bear underwater back in her twilight years - Coldilocks was just past the viewing glass in her pool, resting under a waterfall on some of the steps onside the pool. I did technically see her underwater, just from the above-water viewing area adjoining the pool. A year ago, I go with my dad all the way to Pittsburgh to see Snowflake swimming and even go to the zoo early, only to get distracted by the exhibits in Worlds of Discovery and Kids' Kingdom. I go backwards through Water's Edge (so instead of polar bears, sea otters and pinnipeds, vice versa) and see Snowflake underwater - and I see her underwater all right. *I* was underwater, and she was resting on a rock at the edge of the pool. I often make that joke sometimes whenever I tell this story. Hell, I actually went at the specific date that it was supposed to be "Polar Bear Enrichment Day" and all that happened was some lettuce was tossed into Snowflake's habitat. I'm not gonna discredit the keepers and their dedication to keeping Snowflake happy and healthy at all, and it would be wrong of me to suggest that animals should be continuously active. Not to anthropomorphize Snowflake or anything, but given the heat of the day, I absolutely understand why she wanted to stay inside. If anything, this should be a lesson for me that even seeing a polar bear *at all* is a privilege. I do wish to remember seeing a polar bear underwater at some point in my life, but it would certainly have to be the bear's perogative.