This is my entry for this month's IndieWeb Carnival hosted by James.

For the past half an hour, I've tried to write a note describing my very special relationship with museums, but I seem to be unable to transcribe the emotions I feel when I think of the different moments spent there. Every word I can use to try to explain how I feel seems weak compared to the sour pinch in my heart when I recall all these sweet memories.

So instead, I'm going to make a list. A list of a few memories without any context, just raw as they come to my mind.

• My grandfather "ice-skating" for the first time in like 20 years
• Paintings of prehistoric animals on mine and my classmates' faces
• Coming home and trying to light a fire with a bunch of grass and two random rocks
• Using my well kept school-trip pocket money to buy a lemur plushie (Oh how tough it was to choose)
• Seeing actual dinosaur bones for the first time (It still brings tears to my eyes to this day)
• Running around in the hallways, feeling the smooth carpet dampening the sound of my footsteps
• The first time I spoke to someone who wasn't yet important to me
• Hanging from a metal bar for as long as possible to try to beat the times set by others
• The way light hits old medieval artifacts in a beautiful modern room and the contrast of these two periods
• Eating fish and chips before seeing the same fish I had just eaten (Now, I'm vegan)
• The car ride playing mario kart on the nintendo DS with the same friends I used to play mario kart as a kid
• Discovering I'm not actually as scared of death as I thought I was
• Going by the Louvre, desperate to go inside, and promising myself that someday I'll actually visit it
• Starting to cry because I finally stand next to the Assyrian Lamassu that I'd been dreaming to see since I was a kid
• Making Speculoos
• Running around in an ancient Roman villa, making bread and visiting the herbs garden; Twice
• Laying on a Fakir bed persuaded I'm about to die (Spoiler, I'm still alive)
• A fake pig with a fake apple in its mouth on a very large table surrounded by knight armors
• Trying to shoot a fake bison with a bow and missing absolutely every shot
• Trying to shoot a fake doe with a slingshot and missing absolutely every shot
• Learning that my ancestors cut the hands of thousands of Congolese and all the other horrors they did
• The beautiful park of an English castle, running through the hedges the heart light with love
• Looking at an enormous blob of fake jelly wiggle after poking it
• My Grandfather taking me out of the exhibition because I started crying when there were sounds of guns and explosions (Turns out I wouldn't do good on a battlefield)
• Walking under the remains of a big blue whale
• The feeling on the skin of dark, silent, heavy rooms
• Being alone in a fairly big part of the Louvre and the feeling of a dream being even better than imagined
• The frustration of being at Stonehenge but not allowed to go inside it and the feeling of a dream being broken
• Buying magnets or wooden puzzles that have nothing to do with the exhibition
• Standing in a closed wagon that once had transported people to be executed in camps and feeling the gravity of the moment
• Getting denied the entry of a museum with school so we spent a ridiculously long time in the gift shop which was really beautiful
• Walking on the rails of the train because it is longer than the platform and we are a the tail end of it
• My grandfather sharing it's passion for trains while sitting in an old steam powered carriage
• My godfather and my godmother in the same place at the same time (It happened like 3 or 4 times at most in my life, some of these I was like a couple days old)
• Playing and running and climbing on way too many old castle ruins. It is always wonderful
• Sitting in awe watching the carefully crafted lighting environment
• Moon jumping attached to a cable after having walked through an actual rocket head

I cried a bit while making this list, it felt good.
I think I realised that what made museums so special to me is the people I shared these moments with. Some of these people I'll never see again, others I could but won't. People I miss, people I love.

If you've read this far, thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day :))

PS: I would like to thank Manuel Moreale and his Dealgorithmed newsletter for reminding me of the IndieWeb Carnival