When I was a kid, going to the museum was a lot like going to a Gothic themed haunted house on Halloween.
They were absolutely terrifying!
I distinctly remember the real shrunken head on pikes with the eyes and lips sewn shut. The samurai warrior helmet and armor that looked like they were going to leap straight out of hell and take me down at any moment. There was trephining exhibit where a poor man was held down by village shamans whilst they hacked a hole in his skull. Or the rows and rows of mummies, some with wrappings peeled back to show off the head or hands…
All of this fear was fantastic! It kept me from wandering off from my mother AND it got me excited about history and medicine.
These “child friendly” museums around now? Drivel.
I grieve for the next generation. So many of the fun museums I visited growing up now have those nightmare inciting exhibits squirreled away in storage or sold off or given away to be replaced with touch galleries and fluff.
Want to let me touch a shrunken head? Awesome. If you are instead going to *let* me touch a fake dinosaur bone, go screw yourself.