Part of my childhood was spent near Denver, Colorado. While it’s been a very long time, and I no longer remember exactly where, I recall there is a highway along the foothills where as you drive you’ll pass a giant footprints in the side of the hill. Growing up, I loved dinosaurs and seeing their footprints made them seem like something only recently gone as you heard so much about them, much like WWII, The beatles or Woodstock.
I would often wonder what was it like in their day (the dinosaurs, not woodstock). If I were to go back to their day, could I make it? If they were here now, what could we learn from them? Did they have zebra stripes? Were they blue and hot pink? Fun things for a young man to think about.
I find this an interesting thing about how we keep of track of time. There is what I can remember, and everything before that falls into the same lump of “before my time”. When looking at a footprint, it’s hard to get a feeling for just how long ago was it left behind.
A short time ago, I was at an event. Talk turned to events “before my time”. It seems some old film of early tournaments had surfaced. “I could have won crown then, and you, and you, and anyone. They didn’t throw off side shots then and barely moved.” Read More »