Commentary: Montreal Science Centre let me reach for the moon

As my fingers brushed up against a piece of the moon, I couldn’t help but feel a little crass.
Here it was, this 3.8-billion-year-old rock; it orbited Earth at the dawn of life, it stood untouched as empires rose and fell, it outlasted beloved TV series like Flipper, The Monkees and Batman.
I, on the other hand, nearly flunked 10th grade math and once stepped on a rake to see if it would hit me in the face like in the cartoons (it did).
And so, as I crudely groped at the moon rock, I could