from littleyork:
Black Creek Pioneer Village
I remember few things about the numerous field trips me and my classmates endured at Black Creek Pioneer Village. I remember it being 35 degrees and the entire place smelling like  animal shit and oily sunscreen. A bunch of kids got heat stroke and  had to take refuge from the sun in the church. Morose history majors  and what,  from the vantage point of a nine year old, appeared to be ancient women roamed the fields, their historically correct but wholly impractical rough wool and thick linen shirts soaking up their sweat and enthusiasm for re-enactment.  I did watch a blacksmith make a horseshoe and a woman work a loom,  and I’m fairly certain I did not cry. So I guess it wasn’t a  total bust.

Rating
6.5/10.  I learnt that I’m really fucking happy I’m not a pioneer. 

This is first in a bunch of TDSB field trip ratings I plan on doing when I’m bored. Hopefully they will be better and longer as time progresses. (photocred)