The next best thing to actually visiting a museum

The next best thing to actually visiting a museum My memories of my younger years are largely lost to time. What little I can recall, is mostly what other people remembered about a younger me. I hope you’ll enjoy this secondhand memory I remember via my mom, about a visit to our museum of natural history, Naturalis. I was around six years old at the time. Musea have always felt like churches to me. Not only because of the often imposing architecture, but also because of the reverence I felt for the art or knowledge on display. I guess this must have started from a young age. My mom told me that on this particular visit, I brought a little notebook, and went meticulously through all rooms. There, I drew all of the exhibits, from the largest dinosaur skeleton to the smallest butterfly. I took notes on their scientific names and wrote down their characteristics. Because I was still learning to write fluently, this took quite some time; thankfully, both my mum and her aunt were very…