My family attended the 1962 Seattle World's Fair. Coming from Ashland, OR, the fair was huge and exciting for the whole family. My brother was 7 and I was 5. I have memories of crowds and rides and smells and especially riding up the Space Needle. My dad's favorite memory from that trip was recounting that my poor brother (who suffered from motion sickness)started looking a little green as we descended the Space Needle's speedy elevator. We exited, and my brother made a beeline to the base of one of the Needle's footings and promptly lost his lunch! Memorable. My brother and I both moved to Seattle as young adults, and have lived here for 20+ years. And every time I pass by the Space Needle while at Seattle Center, I feel a very special connection with that beautiful Jetson-inspiring structure!
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