All in all a good trip.



There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call "The Twilight Zone" - Rod Serling
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silent thoughtful 13 year olds. Wow.
I watched "The Pianist" with my son when he was about that age (14, I think) - and he was very somber afterwards. Not me, I was crying like a baby, which I am sure I'd do in the museum as well.
And yes, the Smithsonians are a true treasure.
There were some people there that broke into tears. I have a feeling that some of the older ones might have lost loved ones in the Holocaust. Makes you think.
We went in 2003 and were the same way in the Holocaust Museum. (Wait I'm getting deja vu. Did we already do this?)
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