Post by Ruthanna Gordon
My parents would never have considered visiting a city without checking out the museums. So I suspect I got exposed to them rather younger than most. On the other hand, a friend just announced proudly that his not-quite-2-year-old loves the chick hatchery at the Museum of Science and Industry. So maybe I’m not as weird as I thought.
I have a clear memory of staring, awestruck and terrified, at a 15-ton meteorite in New York’s American Museum of Natural History. I was about 7; in my mind, this was the comet that had killed the dinosaurs. Somehow, this didn’t scare me away from my fascination with space science. A few years later, I recall staring with equal fascination at a model of the as-yet-unbuilt International Space Station, tacked on to the end of a Science of Star Trek experiment. Oh! This stuff is real! If they need a cognitive scientist up there, I’m still game.
What are your best (or scariest) museum memories? What exhibits stand out years later?
Me, I’m waiting eagerly for the day my son is old enough to go on a Field Museum sleepover. I also grew up on From the Mixed-Up Files of Ms. Basil E. Frankweller, so a night in the Hall of Dinosaurs sounds like the perfect memory.