Dinosaurs have always been one of my top three favorite things.
I will see almost anything with dinosaurs. This means I sit through a lot of bad movies and TV shows.
The first book I wrote (age 5) was simply 10-notebook pages stapled together composed of pretty much word-for-word plagiarism of the dinosaur entries from the Childcraft Encyclopedia.
I apologize for my part in the extinction of encyclopedias.
Dinosaurs are now our gasoline. This makes me sad, that I am making exhaust out of a triceratops.
On the other hand … my car is powered by dinosaur.
The Museum of Life and Science where I grew up had a dinosaur trail in the woods. Birthday parties there were better than Jurassic Park. Thanks to great person who put this on Pinterest!
I fantasize about traveling in time to the Cretaceous Period, but reptiles actually freak me the heck out. I’m pretty sure I would panic if I saw real dinosaurs.
I was more sad about Brontosaurus being renamed Apatosaurus than I was about losing Pluto’s planetary status.
My grandmother kept a set of these at her house and they were one of my favorite toys. I had them team up according to color.
Now it sounds like I was being racist.
In my dream life, I live on an island inhabited by dinosaurs that are intelligent and can talk to me somehow. I also get to ride them, especially the pterodactyls.
Mario Lopez is also the dinosaurs’ trainer and wears little more than a Speedo, so my dream life is obviously somewhat arrested in its development.