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In June of 1993 a twelve year girl went to the movie theater with her best friend and her best friend’s brother and his best friend to see a critically acclaimed Steven Spielberg summer blockbuster that had just been released- Jurassic Park. The girl had no clue what the word “jurassic” meant and was just there because it was the movie that the best friend’s brother and his friend had chosen. Within the first thirty seconds of the movie the girl was captivated and spent the next two hours and seven minutes on the edge of her seat. She spent the rest of the summer drinking in everything Jurassic Park and dinosaur themed that she could, utterly enthralled with the idea of velociraptors, Tyrannosaurus Rexes, Michael Crichton, paleontology, Robert Bakker, the evolution of birds, DNA, chaos theory, Ford Explorers, Costa Rica, the music of John Williams, and Tonya Harding. The next week she got her hands on the 399 page novel and devoured it within days. She even dragged her mother to a music/movie store in the mall to preorder the VHS tape of the movie and then when it finally arrived, proceeded to watch the movie nearly every day for the next few months, being able to quote just about every line from it, which I am sure her family just loved and found quite charming. For Christmas that year there would be gifts of model Tyrannosaurus Rexes, and books about the making of Jurassic Park. The girl was obsessed. That girl was me.
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