Back when I was ten my family decided to take a trip to Florida. We planned to go to Disney Land, the Epcot center, watch the space shuttle take off, and what ever else we could get into. Well one particular place we went to was called Silver Springs. This was an amusement/zoo park. While we were there we went to see a reptile show. It was a walk through show, meaning we walk to one part of the show and watch a performance then move on to a different arena for another. The first show was with rattlesnakes where the park employee did things like hold out a balloon and let the snake strike and pop it. He did this by just holding the balloon in his hand which we later found out was suppose to be done with the balloon attached to a stick. What a brave guy we had, cool. Well we moved on to the next act that included alligators. The same park employee was the performer of this too. The alligator that he wanted to perform with was in a pool of water so he proceeded to grab the alligator by the tail and pull him out. The alligator had different interests and crawled back in the water. So the guy pulled him out again and again the alligator went back into the water. This happened about three times, by the fourth I could see a little frustration in both the alligator and the guy. So as the guy started to drag the alligator out again by the tail, the alligator whipped around. The guy fell down and the gator started to roll. By this time I could hear the audience oooooing and ahhhhing thinking it was part of the show. Until we all noticed the water in pool starting to turn crimson red. The gator had grabbed his arm and pulled him into the water. Then the crowd erupted and total chaos broke out. Women were screaming, kids crying, men saying stuff like holy shit, and me as a ten year old just watching amazement and disbelief. By now a few other park employees ran into the arena and tried to stop the alligator from rolling as other men from the audience started to jump over the plexiglass barrier the separated us. Then my dad (Kenny) ran down and attempted to climb over only to realize he was about 90lbs. heavier. He looked down and noticed my sister (Sherri) hanging on his leg like she use to hang onto her baby dolls when I tried to take them from her and paint their hair or something. She was crying, saying “Daddy don’t go”. Well dad shook his leg furiously until she fell off. By this time about five people are sitting on top of the gator to detain him. When my dad finally got in he yelled for someone to get something to pry its mouth open. One park employee had a machete ready to make gator kabobs of him. Well someone finally handed my dad a shovel. He then jammed the shovel into the gators jaws and placed his bottom foot on the lower jaw of the gator and pried the jaws open. A few people then yanked the guy out. His arm around the wrist looked like the meat they use in Chinese dumplings, all mangled, and his bone was showing. Well the ambulance showed up, by this time we were all cleared out of the arena. Too bad we never got any pictures or video we could have sent it in to “When animals attack”.