In first or second grade, my friend Michael B. had his birthday party at a small local airplane museum. As a kid I really loved vintage planes, airshows, and airplane hangar (I still do) so walking around the museum was amazing for me. I was a small kid, so I remember everything as being way bigger than it actually is. This is what the museum felt like to me.
I also remember it was REALLY cold outside because it was mid January. There was a patch of ice outside that everyone kept slipping on, lol. Also, the Runway Cafe had the best chicken fingers ever!