And now, as promised in my last post, I would love to share why the Children's Museum in Easton is so near and dear to my heart. Believe it or not, this museum was the first museum I ever visited as a little girl. Venturing back and reflecting on my earlier realization that time flies, I will never forget the day my Auntie Karen decided to take me to the museum in Easton. I feel like it was yesterday that I stepped through those giant doors, entering a young child's interactive paradise. Years later I returned to the museum with the same aunt's children. We spent hours in the museum, constructing in the wood shop, doing arts and crafts, and exploring every inch of the old restored firehouse. All of the memories came back to me this day, as I was able to share such a great experience with my cousins, in the same place my aunt had introduced me to years before.
It is amazing to think about the great circle in all of this, now that I am interning at the museum. Three distinct stages of my life have included this museum, and I am so thrilled to be back as a college student for the summer. The museum is just as great, if not better than I had remembered. As I look ahead to my future, I can honestly say that I am leaning towards the small museum setting. And therefore, at this stage in my life and as a college senior, this summer and these experiences have placed me right where I belong.