“Do you have a map?” I asked, as I bought the tickets.
“Nah…just wander around and get lost. That’s the point,” he replied.
It’s the sort of place that would give over-protective parents nightmares. It’s like Mad Max meets the jungle gym…or a creative genius and a mad scientist crash together the way that peanut butter and chocolate used to in those old Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups commercials.
It’s the City Museum in St. Louis, Missouri.
I feel like when it opened a fleet of personal injury lawyers huddled around, rubbing their hands together, waiting for victims. But the only pain I saw was one boy’s response to his parents’ words, “Time to go.”
The place is an absolute wonderland. Check your inner grown-up at the door and wander….maybe ramble. Get down on your knees and crawl. Bump your head on low-hanging stuff. Get lost in the basement caves, and definitely…definitely…ride the 10-story spiral slide.
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