The world of movies as we knew it changed forever in 1993 when Steven Spielberg released Jurassic Park.
I’ll never forget the first time I heard the words “Jurassic Park.”
I was in the third grade, and my teacher, Mrs. Smart, I believe, must have read the book and must have heard about it being filmed from an evening news clip. She had just read us a story and proceeded to tell the class about the movie centered around a theme park with dinosaurs.
Collectively, I don’t think we were very bright, or we were all just deaf, because we didn’t hear her say the word “movie.” So we ambushed her with a load of questions like,
“Will the dinosaurs move?”
“Will it be next to Disneyland?”
And for about ten minutes, Mrs. Smart did her best to explain to us that it was a movie about a theme park.
In our seven- and eight-year-old minds, we couldn’t comprehend why anyone would watch a movie about a theme park when we could just go.
Well, the next summer, I lost count the amount of times I went to see Jurassic Park with my buddies. And each time, I prayed the dinosaurs wouldn’t escape, but deeper still, I prayed that they would so I could experience that spine-tingling chill the movie still gives us all to this day.
There’s no further agenda to this post except to express my excitement for all the dino fun we’re in for in the next 11 months, starting with a Toy Story television special about dinosaurs airing sometimes this holiday season.
And then next Father’s Day, we’ll be graced with Jurassic World, the fourth installment in the sharp-toothed franchise.
I think I missed my calling as a paleontologist.