When ny nephew Chris was of single-digit age (he's now almost 23 and he'll love me for sharing this) he was into dinosaurs in a major way. Jurassic Park was still all the rage and he absolutely raved over it. Anyway, we decided as a family to take him to visit the Birmingham Natural History Museum to see their dinosaur collection - they have a lifesize reconstruction of a T-Rex, not just a rebuilt skeleton but an actual replica made from fibreglass or somesuch. All day he was so excited about going to Jurassic Park as he put it to see the dinosaurs, he was practically hopping about he was so excited. Well, we finally got there and trooped around the exhibits, Chris was in his element rattling off the names that he knew of. Finally, we entered the T-Rex room. By now he was being carried by my Dad, Chris' Grandad, remember he was after all only a little lad. He took one look at this monstrous beast, turned and buried his head into his Grandad's shoulder and stayed like that for the rest of the trip. Funny thing is, though, his love of dinosaurs was as strong as ever, though perhaps tempered a bit.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
