Today my brother and I embarked on a journey to the Museum of Nature and Science, aka the "Science Place", in downtown Dallas to only be met with the news that it is closed, crushing my dream of the afternoon to relive my childhood of learning how gravity works and building the ultimate log cabin.
It was sad actually pulling up to the building. Paint was peeling off the sides, the signs rusting against the walls, trash cluttering the staircase. It was no longer this large dome-Pantheon shining in front of me full of knowledge and adventure, but rather a small, withering building that lacked the necessarily funding to make sure it is well kept.
In our non-surprise, we moved our adventure to the back of the building to find out the hidden treasure of the "Magical Park" was now merely a mucky pond and decaying attractions. However disappointed I sound in this, I do assure you I was, but I was still happy to be there. I was still joyed to see at least the building stood and the pond wasn't dry and the garden wasn't destroyed. So in true Margaret-fashion, I rallied up the spirit to explore what I could. Although all we did was walk around the building, stare at the pond, and take pictures I still enjoyed my time spent with my brother there. It was a very reminiscent afternoon as we both came to conclusion that growing up means losing somethings that you never truly appreciated until the moment you go back to find out it is gone-- yes this is quite heavy of a statement for losing a museum, but it was a very special museum.
(Footnote: We did leave after 30 minutes to go get tacos and corn from Fuel City, sadly.)
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