Growing up with Chicago as one’s back yard is a sweet deal in a lot of ways. That skyline. Those hot dogs. All those amazing museums. For me, childhood is marked by weekends at the Museum of Science and Industry. A behemoth to kid-sized me, the building and the endless wonders inside loomed large over my imagination in those formative years. With a family membership, my mom, brother and I found ourselves watching baby chicks hatch, walking through a person-sized model of a heart, and watching the latest Omnimax show on the domed screen all the time. Thing is, there are A LOT more museums in Chicago than MSI. Think I…