Many girls my age played with dolls and learned to sew; I learned to use test tube, explored addition of vinegar with baking soda, bleach with amonia and watched Star Trek.
My Barbie dolls were renamed Uhura and Spock; I even painted ears on the one. My dad created a ship for the Enterprise; and both of us wept when in the movie, Enterprise was blown up.
From the Trouble with Tribbles to Wrath of Khan, Spock was always my favorite. The science guy, the nerdy one, the unemotional external facade fully aware of the internal raging emotions of the Vulcan race.
Today, I weep again. My childhood hero passed. The science officer on the Enterprise went into the last frontier and sadly...