A baby dinosaur that taught me something important

My childhood memories are heavy. I personally think that whatever part of your brain that holds memories is super strong for me because I remember my childhood as if it was like 5 seconds ago. I remember the 90s very clearly, I remember playing in a back yard I haven’t seen in 20 years as clear as day and I swear one day I might buy that house back.

There was a huge tree in the middle of my backyard and one day I was outside playing and I saw something pink fall from the tree. I ran to see what it was and it was a baby dinosaur (just keep reading) and I picked it up very gently and brought it to my mom and told her to look at my baby dinosaur. She freaked out of course and grabbed it from me because I was a little kid and couldn’t be trusted with something so delicate. She said it wasn’t a dinosaur, it was a baby bird.

She got on the phone and was calling people to figure out what to do and she sat up this thing for it and tried to feed it and keep it warm. She said she called a wildlife center but they were too full. it was very injured from falling out of a giant tree and soon died.

I was a baby okay, my brain was still in baby world and I walked into the room my mom kept the baby dinosaur in (bc you couldn’t convince me it was a bird) and she was crying. I asked her why and she said the baby dinosaur went to heaven. Obviously I got my deep care of animals from my mother.

I just stood there for a while literally imagining the baby floating up to heaven like a balloon. I walked away and went outside and sat in the place i found the baby in and I cried for what seemed like hours until my mom came and got me. It probably wasn’t really hours- I was a dramatic 4 year old deep in my feels.

This baby dinosaur was the first death I have ever witnessed and it’s forever a core memory and it taught me that nothing is permanent and that life is fragile.

I thought it would be nice to share