When we arrived in Washington D.C., my boyfriend kindly asked me what I would like to see. Like a child hyped on pixie stix, I shouted “DINOSAURS!” because the six year old kid that is my soul still wondered in awe at the behemoths that used to roam the world.
“Oh yeah! Or we could go to the museum of space and–“
“But there are DINOSAURS.”
“There’s that too. We could also visit the Lincoln Memorial–“
“And we could DINOSAURS.”
“…That’s not even a sentence.”
“DINOSAURS.”
Since I had been reduced to incoherence, we decided that we should go to the National Museum of Natural History to see the gigantic monsters of the otherworld! Err, I mean, the fossils of the past.
I was a little stunned when I saw the first dinosaur. It seemed more elephant sized than mythical-proportions sized. Because in my world, being as big as an elephant is not big AT ALL apparently.
But THEN, we got into the giant-tacular bonanza that was what I was looking for. Fossils so big that they wouldn’t fit in a picture. Fossils so big, that selfies were impossible because you needed a big-ass frame to work with. And for the first time, I didn’t shout, but whispered in awe:
“dinosaurs…”
Because you know what? Big or little (ha!), they still have an element of terror that inspires reverence. Even when they’re just bones, they look like they belong in a zombie apocalypse version of Jurassic Park. They’re stunning and majestic, and able to make a kid shout “dinosaurs!” while making an adult lose their breath.
And that’s pretty amazing.
Y’all are brave.
Rawr! 🦖
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Yup.
How fun!! We have a museum of natural history close to use that we visit quite often because my daughter is just as obsessed with seeing the dinosaurs. 😀 Okay, I secretly love them, too.
I know, I’ve added this strange mystique to dinosaurs and I don’t quite understand how they have that effect on me. They are utterly terrifying when you look at how big those fossils get!
Dinosaurs scare me!
They’re big and have monster teeth!