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Ninja Turtle Nostalgia

Remember the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Were not they great? In the 80's, were almost all for me. Les and Nintendo. Oh yeah! They defined my young life.

So it was no surprise when I was about 8 years old I really wanted to be a Turtle Ninja more than anything else in the world. Other kids wanted to be a fireman, policeman, professional wrestler, cowboys, Indians, etc, not me, I just wanted to be a Turtle Ninja.

Unlike other professions possible, there was no real preparation could give me to be a Ninja Turtle. Often, I remember, I discouraged from trying this race in particular. These people, "Unthinkers" I call them now, reality often cited as one of the main reasons this can not be do. I ignored him, and seen the pictures carefully to see how the Ninja Turtles became what they were.

Finally, given my desire. In reconstructing what might of cartoons and comic consistency, I learned that toxic ooze was why the Ninja Turtles came to be. Ooze toxic? No problem for an 8 year old!

I knew I had to ingest the substance to become a Ninja Turtle. I did not know it was dangerous. I just thought that, whatever its original purpose, a side effect as the manufacture of mutant turtles is quite impressive. Thus, began the search. I began carefully inspecting various food items to see what was the color of the toxic sludge of neon green. However, I realized pretty quickly that I could not find food that was in that particular color. Frustration set in, and in a last effort, I went to my mother, I was very aware of my quest. I asked for any type of neon green food or drink that might, saying it was "research" but she knew. Mothers always know.

She played along, and I made some green jelly. I ate it, and immediately (the power of the mind in the work) felt its effects. Sure I could take in the world and wondering when my shell seems, I left home, saying my goodbyes to my family, because after all, a Ninja Turtle must live in the sewer. I moved into another night at home, the old days.

The next day at school, I got my Ninja Turtle costume, which many thought was odd since how it was April. It would have also had some things in my backpack, but I thought meet with the other Ninja Turtles in the sewers, and would take me and train me. Besides, I did not know what, besides the pizza, a Ninja Turtle ate.

Looking back, my ultimate downfall was the nunchuks plastic that comes with the suit. Some guy started hassling me wearing my costume Turtles Ninja, as he hit his head with my nunchuks.

Of course that was sent to the principal's office. I explained the situation and put him in touch with my mother. Final days of my Ninja Turtles.

The worst is that my mother admitted that he had perpetuated this fantasy with me and the director really frowned upon that. Sorry Mom!

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