millennials remember their introduction to dinosaurs all too well.

It might have started with toy stuffed animals, figurines, or bedtime story,

but then it moved to the big screen.

When we fell in love with the land before time and all of our favorite dinosaur friends.

Littlefoot, Petri, Duckie, Spike, and Sarah.

But we also got our first taste of the scariest of all dinosaurs.

The Sharp tooth, a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

That fun-loving movie was soon replaced when Stephen Steelberg took a

massively successful science fiction thriller book and brought it to life.

Dinosaur movies had been done before, but not like this, not this good and not this realistic.

When it hit theaters, it was a massive success. The most phenomenal discovery of our time became the greatest

adventure of all time. Scientists had done it. They found DNA samples still viable, most notably from inside a mosquito that

allowed dinosaurs to be genetically engineered back into existence. And not just the beloved herbivores, they've recreated the feared Tyrannosaurus

wrecks. They turned this advancement in science into an amusement park for all to come and see.

But in the preliminary stages of opening the park,

paleontologists came to see the work they've done,

only to find themselves fighting for their lives against the predators they created.

Some of us were old enough to watch the movie when it was released, while the rest of us eagerly

awaited for the day our parents deemed us old enough to see it.

When that day arrived we rushed to the blockbuster to rent it.

While there we bought a bag of 3D Doritos, a couple of our favorite color airheads,

a push pop,

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