ABSTRACT
I was never a dinosaur-crazy five year old. It wasn't until I was fifteen, working as a counselor at a summer science camp, that my charges’ infectious enthusiasm introduced me to the appeal of digging in the dirt for old bones. Perhaps because the excitement for digging things up hit during my adolescence, when feelings of self-importance are often magnified, my experiences quickly transformed from an enthusiasm for dinosaurs to one for fossil hominins and human evolution.
