Pterodactyls in the sky

This morning on my way to work, I kept thinking that the geese in the sky were pterodactyls. I must have done five double-takes (or a deca-take?), laughing at myself every time. Unfortunately for my fellow commuters, I think this was a clear sign I was still half asleep.

Pterodactyls were always my favorite dinosaur. I was obsessed with dinosaurs as a kid. I think it started in first grade: we had what we called Sixth Grade Buddies, and my sixth grade buddy just so happened to be my best friend’s sister. It was great because as a class, we would go to the sixth graders classroom and marvel at how big and adult they all were. So my buddy started to teach me how to draw. Specifically, how to draw dinosaurs. I thought she was pretty much the coolest thing ever, and so my mind also made the assumption that dinosaurs must then be really cool too. I started to read up on dinosaurs: what they looked like, what period they lived in, what they ate, how big they were, even their anatomy. I cried because my parents wouldn’t let me go see Jurassic Park when it came out, Land Before Time was my favorite movie, and my favorite tv show was Land of the Lost (Nickelodeon). Dinosaurs, yeah!!

(I’ve always been a reader, despite my recent lull. I learned to read pretty early on and got pretty good at it. In elementary school we had this reading program called Book It!, and for every book I read, I would get a hole punched into my little Book It card, and after five books I could get a free personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut. I averaged a pizza a week.)

So every Monday (I think it was Mondays), I met with my buddy Barbara and we would draw dinosaurs. And that is pretty much the only thing I remember from first grade.

So by middle school, I knew about as much as a thirteen year old could know about dinosaurs. And I could draw them pretty well! I bet I had at least a couple sketchbooks full of dinosaur drawings. In my seventh grade English class, we had one of those English textbooks with about a hundred short stories and weighed thirty-six pounds. As a class, we probably only got through maybe 30% of it by the end of the semester. But because I loved reading, I read the rest of it for fun. One story stuck out: The Smallest Dragonboy. My obsession of dinosaurs VERY quickly turned into an obsession of dragons. Anne McCaffrey (RIP) became one of my favorite authors, I’ve read almost all of her Dragonriders of Pern series (I recommend!!). And I started to draw dragons. And watch dragon movies. And read more dragon books. And collect dragon figurines. I remembered a book I had bought at one of the elementary school book fairs called Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher and read it again, and again.

I’m stopping there because I just realized there is really no point in my writing this post at all. Except to show how obsessive and weird I am.

Mission Accomplished! 🙂

 

Did anyone else get this song stuck in their head?

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10 thoughts on “Pterodactyls in the sky

  1. mikereverb says:

    Hahahaha.

    That was definitely an epic read, from dragon-geese to personal pan pizzas to dreaming of marrying a dragon some day. Ok, that last part was me, but still.

    You sho are weird, but that’s ok.At least you don’t draw weird pictures of dinosaurs, right?

    Thanks for sharing! 🙂

    • dhall8221 says:

      If you’ve read any of Anne McCaffrey’s Pern books, marrying a dragon isn’t *that* far off….it’s not as creepy as it sounds, I promise.

      • mikereverb says:

        I never got a chance to read any of the Pern books though I remember them sitting in lshelves whenever I went to the fantasy book sections of book stores.

        Who am I to stand between a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon and his true love?

        Now divorcing a dragon has got to be something to see. I hear that when they take half of your stuff, it includes half of YOU.

        🙂

      • dhall8221 says:

        I spy with my little eye……..A HARRY POTTER FAN

        😀

  2. mikereverb says:

    You got me!

    If there was a world I would want to live in most, it’d be 1980s Harry Potter. I still can’t believe it was set in the 80s, honestly, but that just makes it even more awesome.

  3. mikereverb says:

    By the way, the best dinosaur ever? The T-Rex of course! I used to get this magazine in the mail–I can’t remember the name of it–that came with 3d glasses.

    You’d put on the glasses, and the pictures in the magazines would hop out at you. It blew my little mind to pieces.

    I still love dinosaurs to death. I recently read somewhere that what we once thought were different species of dinosaurs may actually be one or two species of dinosaurs who were in different stages of growth.

    So all those dinosaurs that look like different versions of a Triceratops may actually be one kind as an adolescent, an adult, etc.

    Yup, I’m a nerd. Nya.

    • dhall8221 says:

      I think I read that article too! And I can’t believe I had no idea that HP was set in the 80’s…it really was?? That totally explains why I can’t remember any cell phones or anything…

      • mikereverb says:

        Actually, I was thinking of when they were born. Technically, some parts of the books take place in the 80s (like when Dumbledore drops Harry off at the Dursley’s).

        But the books start in the early 90s (1991 or something) and continue to about 1998 for Deathly Hallows.

        Still explains the lack of cell phones and stuff. 😛

      • dhall8221 says:

        But that means….Harry is OLDER than me :/ hahaha

      • mikereverb says:

        Hahaha, did I shatter your dreams?

        There’s always the Norwegian Ridgeback . . . 😛

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