While in Ohio for my cousin's wedding, we stopped by old neighborhood. My old elementary school, where I spent 1st through 3rd grades, was still there. We walked around the playground where I much of the equipment was still there after at least two decades. I very distinctly remember this rocketship and the times I spent flying it to the moon. The experience was strangely not nostalgic, but rather a strange intellectual exercise of trying to reconcile my memories with what I was seeing.
