In 1993, a movie changed my life forever. For two hours, I believed dinosaurs could once again roam the earth. It was a beautiful dream. Twenty-two years later, a sequel came along that rekindled that dream. Last Friday I saw Jurassic World. It was good. Not as good, nor as life changing, as the original. However, it was well worth the wait.
I spent the weekend reveling in my dinosaur books, making new dinosaur drawings, and generally getting back in touch with one of the great loves of my life.