Someone on a forum I frequent mentioned interactive history museum Connor Prairie today. Instant flashback! I lived in Indiana for a few years as a kid. At the time I was obsessed with Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books because they talked about how old fashioned stuff worked, and Connor Prairie had real live people doing some of that. It was the first place I ever saw spinning in action and I wanted to do it too. I used to watch the spinners until parents or teachers dragged me away. (My school went there every year for a field trip.) My mom had an antique-looking spinning wheel that didn’t work, but I tried for ages to get it to work. I was like 7 or 8 at the time. I tried carding cotton balls on my mom’s hairbrushes, too, but got in trouble. This was the same age when I got my Fisher-Price weaving loom and was addicted to making scarves that I gave to my mom. I hadn’t thought of Connor Prairie in years. I thanked the person who mentioned it. Those are nice memories.