My father worked at the Cape for four weeks, once, before Kennedy was murdered, and the whole family went. Nearly a vacation and in the future we went to the beach, shore, or coast for at least one week every year afterwards. Mother was pregnant and as a consequence I was rather unsupervised.
I *cough* borrowed the motel manager's kid's tricycle and managed to
wreck it fall off and injure myself in a way that has left a scar on my face fifty years later.
The manager drove my mother and myself around Florida bleeding in the backseat looking for a doctor who could replace an obviously missing bit of flesh under my nose. In the modern age Allen key fittings are used in handlebar stems by companies that care.
I can't regret it.