Nearly every year, one school outing was to Greenfield Village. Living history, a time machine that worked as well as those things probably can. This year, our history teacher managed to get us the school house, where we had class that day. Dressing up wasn't mandatory, but was encouraged, not that it took much for me to go old timey. It was a cool, damp day, and I would love to have been able to stoke the wood burning stove, I knew what to do with a coal furnace after all. Mr. Esper laughed off the idea, as real children at that time would only have done that in winter, not just a tepid spring day. Probably right, too. I often fantasized about going back in time, wanting to be any otherwhere or otherwhen.
Such a geeky girl. Still am, come to that.