My sixth grade class went to Colonial Williamsburg. Did every kid on the Eastern Seaboard end up going through at some point in their young lives? I remember the candle dipping most vividly. I was amazed by it. (I was also a total paper-doll addict, although I think the passion had waned by sixth grade, which is sad -- that I didn't get to C. W.burg until it was too late and I could no longer appreciate the paper-doll offerings.)