My family despised Space Camp. Every.single.space-filled.second.
We were 4 hateful haters.
The trip came about because it was free. Don’t even think I’d choose a sky mission as a vacation destination…normally.
We had naively thought, “How bad could it be?”
You see, we had checked out the website and it seemed… not that horrendous. Plus, we figured we’d get to eat that neat-o freeze dried food that astronauts eat. We didn’t.
The trip would go down in history as the worst experience any of us have ever had in our lives.
We were confined to the campus and couldn’t leave.
We were separated into dorm style bunk beds housed in giant institutional rooms, and families had to be split into separate wings: male and female with one shared bathroom. Kill me eleven times.
We had to store our belongings (and my emergency food supply) in lockers, which by the way, if I hadn’t had food storage for the candy and chocolate I’d thought to bring….well, let’s just not talk of that.
And it was freezing, ice cold, Arctic-like sub-zero temperature hell.
Now don’t get me wrong. There were a few cool activities in which we had flashes of fun:
But the instructors were a couple of kids who clearly didn’t give a rip about the joint, and their lackluster efforts at pretending space is joyful fell down…kinda like gravity.
See? I learned a thing!
Actually, I’m pretty sure I learned about gravity when I was a baby, but thanks, Space Camp. Thanks.
We spent the entire time plotting a way to escape. No joke.
So it didn’t surprise us to hear that after our trip, they closed that particular location.
But it wasn’t because of us. Or was it?
Note: Space Camp would make a great vacation for some people, I’m sure, just not for us, and as is my way, this is written tongue-in-cheek. My family is just not wired for science-y related vacations, as we prefer that our neural pathways relax while we travel. 😉