SOMEONE entered what used to be the Elks Club during the American colonial period with his classmates and friends, and since they came from the province, they were so thrilled because as they walked through "Old Manila," they saw big photos of our heroes like Jose Rizal and Andres Bonifacio, and they could listen to their words on the telephone. One moment, they were inside a replica of Binondo Church, and in the next they were already under the sea and appreciating our environment, "Karagatan, Kalikasan." There was a small TV studio in "Paglaki Ko," and he really loved pretending to be a reporter, it was his dream job to be in the media. He even rode a firetruck and pretended to be a fireman. They saw a rock from the moon in "I Love My Planet Earth," journeyed inside parts of their body in "Katawan Ko," pretended to be a vendor at the market in "Pamilihang Bayan." There was also the "Global Village" and "Karapatan Hall." Yes, it was a museum, but instead of items in glass cases, they could touch everything, so interactive!
That was in October 1995, and that someone was me on a school educational tour. The place was the Museo Pambata. That experience was a core memory for me, and I believe had a huge impact in shaping what I became.
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