When you're a kid and you find that you're interested in science, the world becomes a lot more fascinating. But when you're a kid and you hear that they're opening up the World's Fair in New York City, suddenly, you can't stop running around in circles and screaming for joy. At least, that what I found myself doing.
My story begins on a beautiful spring day in 1964.
Let's first take a ride on the subway. Remember this tune?
Now let's take a walk.
I was with my wonderful mother and father and my knuckle-head older brother. Actually, he's a lot of fun, I just like to call him that. We got off the number 7 train in Queens and man, was it crowded. All the people pushing didn't matter though. I'd been looking forward to this trip for the past month and a few people were not going to change my mood. As we found our way through the crowd, there was so much overhanging excitement in the air that I was having a difficult time keeping my eleven year old feet on the ground.
A three minute trip across the boardwalk led us to Gate No. 1. Admission fee was $2.00 for adults (13 and over) and $1.00 for children.
We then walked up the Avenue of Progress until we came to the
Bell System pavilion.
When I turned around, there lay the Pool of Industry, also known as the Fountain of Planets. In the distance, I could see strange a spherical object. I would attempt to ascertain it's purpose at a later time.
As we rounded the Promenade of Industry, we then stood in the Court of the Universe, I could see the third craft known as the General Electric pavilion. Was I the only one that could see the truth? These structures had not been built here, they had landed. This obvious fact didn't seem to bother anyone else so I decided to keep it to myself.
After surviving the train, we doubled back across the bridge and we strolled down the Harry S. Truman Promenade. To my left was the New York State pavilion which was looking a little too familiar. The towers on this building seemed exactly like those on The Jetson's cartoons on TV. That series was about a future utopia in the year 2062 where flying cars and robots were all commonplace. I gazed up in disbelief at the height of this structure. It seemed impossible that people could be walking around on the top tiers but it was true. Those platforms really looked as if they were going to take flight at any moment.
"Agent J, will you please stop worrying about that ball of steel. What's going to happen here will be for the good of humanity. Not to mention a few other alien life forms."
One of the men suddenly noticed how close I was standing to them.
"Excuse me, Agent K" he said to his friend. "But do you think the kid heard what we were saying?"
"Trust me, Agent J. Sometimes the distance between understanding and believing is a pretty big leap. He'll be okay."
Finally, as my happy little family walked down the Avenue of the United Nations South, I was astonished by the majesty of the General Motors pavilion called Futurama. I'd never seen a structure like this before and for the life of me, I could not understand how the pilot had landed it here. In other words, it had to be a spaceship of some kind. My parents and brother did not hesitate to enter so I guessed that it was safe.
Once inside, we relaxed in our row of moving seats. We were shown what the future would be like from deep beneath the sea, to the construction of the cities of tomorrow and finally, the exploration of the surface of the moon.