Cantwell Family Story

Apparently my family has some extremely funny stories, so I decided to share one of them with you. Some I actually remember, others have simply been told to me enough times that I know them by heart. This is the story of Jurassic Park, which falls under the latter category.

I was about three years old at the time. My parents had decided that they wanted to go to the drive-in movie theater. It was a double feature that night; the first movie was a mundane romatnic comedy that would be perfectly fine for a three-year-old to see. No problems there at all. Since the first movie started at about 7, they assumed that I would have long since fallen asleep by the start of the second movie, Jurassic Park. Once asleep I am quite a sound sleeper, and my parents used to joke that I could sleep through a bomb going off beneath my crib. My sister is the complete opposite, which is really funny because she tends to be a louder person in general. Anyway, my parents felt quite safe in taking me to see Jurassic Park, resting assured that I would sleep through it. Little did they know. I did not sleep through Jurassic Park. I did not doze off for even one minute. I also apparently enjoyed every minute of it, and contributed to the general amusement of several cars around us. You see, I was rooting for the dinosaurs. Throughout the latter half of the movie, at age three, I was yelling, "Get em' gators, get em'!" I suppose a velociraptor does look a bit like a swamp monster, if you squint. Needless to say my parents learned their lesson.

I never have been able to sleep through a movie.

No longer rooting for the gators from the desk of

Jackie