Here's a history story y'all....
20 yrs ago of so, I took and wife and 2 boys to visit my kin folks where I grew up Yorktown/Gloucester area of VA. I have a deep appreciation and love for American history and wanted to show them Colonial Williamsburg and Jamestown. They've never been out of Iowa before, except for the wife with me a few times. I thought it would be fun.
They've never shown an interest in history, but I thought this would be exciting for them and get their interest, because they don't teach this stuff in schools now. BIG mistake! Williamsburg was pretty nice and went without a hitch, other than the cost to do things that used to be free when I was a kid. They had fun and wanted more. So off to Jamestown we go. It was a weekend and a few folks were there, but not many. I'm walking along slow filming everything I can while the boys and wife take off doing their thing. I walk into the church and I see my kids swinging on the wooden railing in front of the altar. Mind you this is a 400 yr old church give or take a few yr. I'm furious and trying not to make a scene. Luckily no one seen it. I scold the 3 of them and we moved on. As I'm outside filming a plaque about Pocahontas, the boys go into a big tent...the type of tents they set up when they're doing archaeological digs. My wife walking slow in tow. When I get to the tent and go in, I see my wife staring off in space, a woman in period grab talking to a history nerd looking gentleman and a roped off area where the actual dig is occurring. And my 2 boys behind the rope playing in the dirt. No one noticed but me and I freaked! Then everyone freaked, especially the lady in period garb.
I had visions of me and my family being on CNN for tearing up national treasures. I was hot to say the least. I left in disgrace vowing never to return with them again. ....ever.
That was my personal Battle of Jamestown
