The ride up the Space Needle is my first memory. Probably because my mother said so sternly at the time "You remember this, it might be the only world's fair you ever see." I was four years young, and the attendent put me on her shoulders so that I could see the ride up. I didn't forget, and the Seattle Center has remained one of my favorite places. We went a couple of times that summer and I remember getting stuck in the Bubblator, which seems now like a bizare rite of passage for a Seattle native. I remember it being very hot and stuffy and a little frightening at the time. There was so much to see and do and I was stuck, I feared forever, in the Bubble-ateher.