I love dinosaurs, since the first time I laid my eyes on one. Not a real one. You know, on a book. I spent my childhood reading, watching, drawing, studying, collecting, building, painting, playing with them. Trying to become one them. Being the youngest of the family, for almost a decade, made me my best friend and my imagination did wonders for me. All I wanted was to be a paleontologist. It was a calling. My calling. It was all I had. It never happened. I grew up and the closest I got to make my dream come true was working as a frustrated paleontologist. Or as you may know, an advertiser.