FOXSYLVANIA

–When I was a kid, I had a big collection of hard rubber dinosaurs which I regarded with love and veneration. They were solid and well-detailed, not like the junk dinos often sold today.  Some of the suckers were big, too, especially the one of what was then called Brontosaurus.  My mother, of course, made me keep them all in a large box, mothers being well-known for their obsessive-compulsive tendencies.  But every chance I had, I’d get my rubber dinosaurs out, and lovingly go over the fine details of each one. Then it was time to pit them against one another in elaborate battles to the death that occurred only in my head.–Ahh, the memories!  I don’t think that kids play with rubber dinosaurs as much these days…that’s a pity!   My early love for dinosaurs led me to a life-long interest in science, biology in particular.

My rubber dinosaur collection was one of my prize possessions.  I knew right where they were until one day, probably when I was in college, my mother threw them out…

…and I’ve never forgiven her!