>>1888452So many great childhood memories starting here.
>waking up early to take the T into boston with my mom while dad was at work in the city>always demanded to jam the quarters into the huge parking board >loved watching the scenery fly by or just reading >arrive in what was a larger-than-life building for me at the time>all that glass, bustle, energy, and the knowledge there is an entire fucking city on the other side of those walls>the sounds of the old school timetable flipping around>smells of coffee, auntie anne's, and my mom buying me a new book from the stand always made the place feel like an event>walking to the aquarium, taking the subway to Cambridge for the asian markets, or visits to chinatown were great>sometimes we would go to the museum of science, twice to the art museum >my favorite was watching the seals at the aquarium>the best visits were the ones on a Friday, when my dad wasnt going to a bar right after work>me an mom would either ride in later or do something in the morning, then my dad would arrive and take us to the science museum without fail>love my mom, but spending time with my dad was the best since I barely saw him when I was a kid>loved his corny antics, nearly got us kicked out of the museum of fine arts after rapping on a massive aluminum sculpture "too see what it would sound like" >or his dinosaur impressions when we visited the science museum >or him fucking around in the aquarium petting zoo>or when he visited the asian markets and tried out his "flawless Japanese", much to my mom's chagrin My parents divorced when I was 10 and trips to boston were never the same after.
