The last time I went to the House of Frankenstein Wax Museum in Lake George I was seven years old, I went in with my older sister and my dad, we did not make it through all the way.

It was terrible, my sister kept crying and my dad was freaking out because he was trying to find his way through the Museum in the dark but he could not seem to find his way, I kept swearing at everything that scared me, but the problem was everything scared me.

So my dad had to guide a crying ten year old girl and a foul mouthed seven year old boy through a dark Museum filled with wax monsters and maniacs.

I am not sure how far we made it through before my dad decided that the best way to get us out of there was to turn around and go back through what just scared my sister to tears and me to profanity.

We made it out and my dad vowed to never enter the Museum again.

The moral of the story is: If you want to scare your kids, take them to the House of Frankenstein Wax Museum in Lake George.

I will return to the House of Frankenstein, but only if someone will come with me and hold my hand and in that case I hope that the waitresses at Hooters of Albany read my blog.