Dinosaurs

Like a lot of little boys I was nuts about dinosaurs. I was 6 years old when I announced when I grew up I wanted to be a ‘dinosaur expert’ (whatever that meant).  I could not get enough of museums and books on the subject.

 

Brother #2, #3 and I had a bagful of plastic dinosaurs. I recall they cost a dime at the Ben Franklin Store in my mother’s home town. If we were good, we got a new one each time we visited the grandparents.

 

 

I recall there were 6 types; dimetrodon, triceratops, brontosaurus, moscops, stegosaurus, and tyrannosaurus rex.

They were hollow and made of plastic; they came in white, red, green, and blue.

We tried to get all 24 and then some more. We traveled with them the way some kids traveled with their teddy bears.

 

My brothers and I spent many hours in the sandbox making caves and terrains.  At the kitchen sink we made pools; in the mud we had them fight for their lives in the tar pits. Jolly good fun.

 

I don’t know what happened to them. Were they slowly lost over time? Did mother throw them out?  You would think at least one of them ‘survived’ but like the real dinosaurs they became extinct.

And there are no plastic dinosaur bones for future archeologists to locate.

 

I would give a lot to have just one of them back.