Dragons logically follow Dinosaurs

I am sure that we all have strange things that happened in our childhood.

But I bet we are not all ready to pour the shame, embarrassment, and stupidity that haunted our younger selves into a blog that ten people have glanced at.

Well, maybe a lot of people are...

This is only part 1 because I know I will remember more weirdness from my childhood.

Helen and Dinosaurs
dinosaurs never cease to be awesome. However, there was a time in my youth when they were particularly awesome. I was about three the year I decided I wanted a Velociraptor for Christmas (a plastic one you morons. Dinosaurs are all extinct). So, on Christmas I got a PLASTIC VELOCIRAPTOR!!!!...

This ruined me for normalcy. I'm convinced of it. Mom, you ruined me for normal life by indulging in my crazy dinosaur wanting whims. Now, I am going to be a scientist and work with DNA and I will probably clone velociraptors (except I will use chickens not frogs. Stupid Michael Critchon), and they will eat us. No, actually they will probably regard me as their velociraptor queen. It will be magical..

You see? Did you see how crazy that was?? I will never ever be normal ever.

Helen and Dragons
Okay, Dragons are the next logical step from dinosaurs, right? I mean, they are dinosaurs but they BREATHE FIRE AND FLY and maybe, they TALK to you and stuff.

Well, I have liked dragons since kindergarten. You see, I had decided that being a girly-girl was stupid. The logical thing was obviously to become a NOT girly-girl. Ergo, dragons.

Dragons cured me of some of my sensory integration issues! You see, the color red used to make me cry, but then I got this awesome Welsh flag. If you do not know what a Welsh flag looks like, google it. It is green and white and has a giant awesome bright red dragon at the center. Suddenly, the color red did not bother me anymore.

And I was unhealthily obsessed with dragons. To the point where I remember staring up at the ceiling at a friend's sleepover party and wishing that a dragon would kidnap me (not really sure on what a dragon would do with a hyper active crazy child who wants to clone velociraptors) and I would have magical adventures.

In fact, I think that I believed in dragons until I was about 12. I stopped believing only when I realized that Santa was not real, or else he would have brought me the dragon egg that I had asked for. Then I realized that if Santa, the leprechaun, the Easter bunny, and fairies were not real then dragons probably weren't either.

But, part of me is still convinced that any day now that dragon is going to show up and bring me magical adventures.

Well, a hot guy on a motorcycle would work too (I have grown up a little bit). But he better be pretty damn hot to compete with a dragon. He better be Tom Felton or Tatum Channing or something.

Modern Helen