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As a young girl in the 1960s, I was more interested in the planets and space exploration than I was in Barbie dolls. I belonged to a space club which sent me magazines about the exploration of the moon and models of the American rockets for me to build. As well, one of my favourite activities is to visit the planetarium. Whenever I travel, I seek out a museum that has a planetarium. Recently, on a visit to New York City, I went to the Rose Center for Earth and Space at the Museum of Natural History, which I had seen on a number of previous occasions. The building itself is an architectural wonder: a glowing blue globe, five or six storeys high, encased in a glass cube. But the real excitement is on the inside. While exploring this museum, I got to delve into the wonders of the universe. I saw a rock which came all the way from the moon, hundreds of thousands of miles away. I got to measure my weight on other planets and I saw the space show in the domed theatre. I learned about the origin of the universe and how humans have existed only for the briefest period in all the billions of years that have elapsed. My only disappointment was that I did not see my favourite astrophysicist, Neil DeGrasse Tyson, the charismatic director of the planetarium, and a pop-culture hero in his own right.

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