When you were 6, would you have been
a) thrilled to bits to see the skeleton of a Tyrannosaurus Rex towering over you? or
b) suffering nightmares and traumatised for life?
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(a), but there is photographic evidence to the contrary. Also, I've suddenly remembered my dinosaur nightmares.
b) I think, but a) 25 years later.
a) So long as it wasn't, you know, alive and moving and stuff. That would've scared me. But then that would scare me now. My main fears at 6 were the Incredible Hulk and mushrooms. I still remember my Hulk inspired nightmares. But I now like mushrooms.
Dinosaurs were supermegamazingcool though. And i was totally into them way before Jurassic Park.
(a)
human skeletons were another story.
a I think but I'm rather older than dinosaurs - it was all Peter and Jane in my day. I can't remember what I was scared of then, apart from dogs.
b) - 'Skellingtons' as they were known amongst us at the time, could come to life at any monent.
Excited. But more exciting possibly a year later or so were the mummies.
Thrilled to bits, for sure. My nightmares were about a giant, slow moving ball of jelly: The Blob.
I'm pretty sure, both.
Actually probably just terrified. I'm not sure 6 year old sevitz knew what a t-rex really was.
Just the skeleton? Thrilled.
Life-size mock-up painted all green and scaly -- petrified.
a).
At six, I think I was more scared of a Punch cartoon that portrayed Ted Heath as a boiled egg. It gave me the idea that a massive spoon might come down and crack open my skull. And yellow goop would ooze out.
a)
I loved Dinosaurs and wanted to be a paleontologist. At least that's what I used to tell everyone. :D
Okay, that's 9 for, 5 against (especially if moving/coming to life).
We're going to the Natural History Museum soon (not to look at dinosaurs) but I really really want to show them the dinosaurs. It will blow their minds (bearing in mind that when I pulled a plant out of its pot the other day to show them the roots, they all went 'Yaaaar!!' and got very excited.) They are the very opposite of jaded. Imagine what seeing a life-size dinosaur skellington will do for them.
On the other hand,I don't want to traumatise them. Some of them were even a bit spooked when I read them George and Lily at the Museum
I was a geek. Not only would I have loved to see the skeleton I'd have been making notes on how it fitted together :)
LC brought me there a few months ago and i had a ball. and behaved just like a 6 year old.
I was thrilled when I was taken to the Natural History Museum as a child because I was well into dinosaurs as a kid. Precociously so - to the point where, at the age of 9, I wrote an essay about the new theory (but not, I hasten to add, mine) that dinosaurs like the T-Rex and Diplodocus didn't drag their tails on the ground but carried them raised.
Yes, I was precocious child geek that was into dinosaurs and greek mythology.
Rosie - but did the T-Rex frighten you? I haven't been for years, must go shortly and do a 'risk assessment'.
Tom, exactly as it should be. All kids should be into dinosaurs. And mummies.
thanks mainly to close proximity to the Smithsonian's Museum of Natural History I think I loved them, though astronaut (freeze dried) ice cream at the Air and Space Museum was always the hands-down winner on school field trips.
Is the Blue Whale still there? I was massively impressed by that.
nope, not scary at all. i was mildly disappointed that your museum doesn't have as many dead stuffed things as ours does, but all in all, a nice day out.
The whale was mind-blowing Rad - I hope he's still there. Even better when you are little and it seems even bigger...
Rosie, next time you will have to visit the Horniman Museum, which as well as having a good name, has all the stuffed things your heart could desire.
When I was about six I was inordinately scared that there might be crabs or wasps at the bottom of my bed, waiting to claw/sting me when I got into bed. Once I got into bed and something at the bottom of it *did* claw me, and I was petrified. (It turned out to be the cat, although I have since been stung by a wasp in my bed, so my fears weren't completely unfounded.)
I would have liked to see the dinosaur skeleton, though, I reckon.
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