There is a possibility that when Chris and I were in elementary school, we may have visited Vulcan Park on a field trip.
Thing is, we don't remember.
I fought off the nausea and extreme vertigo and did what any good Mother would do, I provided my children with an enhanced cultural experience, had Julien take a picture of the view and then got the heck down before I threw up.
It was pretty much a repeat of my visit to the St. Louis Arch.
I apparently have no faith in man made architecture when I can feel the breeze through my hair or feel the swaying of the building beneath my feet.
