The thinking process that brought me to my current perspective on animal equality started the summer before sixth grade, when my family was on vacation in Michigan. We walked into our cottage after a night out to find the floor covered by hopping sand fleas that had found their way to the light while we were away. My sister squealed and started jumping up in the air, stomping on the fleas. My parents laughed and joined in. As I watched, I was overwhelmed with horror. My family was joyously, carelessly...