This is from my childhood in the 50’s.
For as long as I could remember the big events in my life were visits to nearby Niagara Falls. The excitement of climbing the rickety-seeming wooden steps to stand almost under the falls was heart stopping. The moment when the colored lights revealed the falls at night was magical. Best was standing beside my parents in the dark next to the falls after the colored lights and tourists were gone, hearing them thunder and being shaken by their power.