The Holocaust Museum was an experience I needed in my life. I was raised in a Jewish household and used to be very in tune with Judaism when I was younger. Unfortunately, my parents started distancing themselves from the Jewish community which caused me to do the same. Going to the museum instilled the history that was vague in my mind. Our school systems touched on the surface of the Holocaust, but only spent a day talking about an event that should have been a whole unit. The chronological order of the museum made the rise of Hitler much more detrimental to learn about. You could clearly see the progression of his ways take a hold of the Jewish community and Germany all together. All of the sudden, people started changing their views and would blindly follow this corrupt man. One thing that really struck a nerve in me was seeing all of the shoes. It was eye opening to see the actual shoes that were worn by people in the concentration camps. The smell was musty and historic. I really took the time to look at the worn down and broken shoes and take it all in. Museums are nice because I can take time to read and watch everything at my own pace which allows me to fully comprehend the history. A part that I rather enjoyed was the film industry’s take on the Hococaust. I want to now watch the movie “The Great Dictator” by Charlie Chaplin because he brings comedy to the situation, but also at one point he breaks his humorous character to point out the fearful event. I remember when I was younger, during Hanukkah, my father did not let the family decorate the outside of our house in fear of hate. Seeing the Holocaust museum reminded me that not being able to decorate does not compare in the slightest to the horrors Jewish people faced during that time, however, it shows that some effects of the holocaust are still present today.