93. Children's Museum
I have always loved Children's Museums. We had an incredible one in Caracas, Venezuela. We didn't deserve how awesome it was. The architecture, the artistic design, everything was above and beyond children's museums that existed and have existed since. I went there well into my teens and early twenties. The art director was Jorge Blanco, who made a popular comic strip at the time. He often broke the 4th "panel" and he influenced me a lot (even if it took 40 years to make it's way to my fingers). Those characters in the walls were burned into my memory.
It is probably in incredible disrepair and I purposefully have not looked into it's current state. Like many things from my childhood it is probably better left in my hippocampus.
It is with those memories that I asked Roxanne if we could stop by the Children's Museum in Chicago. It was probably one of the worst ideas I've ever had, and you know my history with bad ideas.
Long story short, I’m pretty sure Roxanne and I can’t be within 500 feet of a school.
I know, you came here for comics and you found nostalgic remnants of a flawed mind, but what can I do? It's what is inside of me.
Super Fancy Animated Version!