![]() My mom was in and out of the hospital most of my life, beginning in my preadolescence. ![]() But there’s another definition for monsters -“a thing of extraordinary or daunting size.” Dealing with any kind of pain or adversity certainly fits that meaning, too. There are those that think of monsters as ugly, evil. I couldn’t process at that age why I related so strongly to the supernatural, but I loved those little radioactive reptiles. But they still kicked ass or rather, because of their outsider status, they kicked ass-therein lay that first seed of hope, that space where I could breathe-I’m sure part of my fondness for the franchise was due to the fact that it was so American and I needed that reminder of home since I felt out of place in Turkey. I do remember the fab four were outcasts, outsiders who weren’t exactly turtle or human, which, honestly? Some days, I could relate. ![]() Nor do I remember much about the actual show-other than its general 80s aesthetic. These days I don’t remember much about those months in Turkey other than the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and a faint echo of homesickness. To say I was obsessed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles would be an understatement during those bizarre few months, I made my grandparents buy me actual, live turtles-I even painted those poor things’ shells with TMNT color-appropriate nail polish …a swatch of blue for Leonardo, purple for Donatello, red for Raphael and of course, orange for Michelangelo. In her defense, she was dealing with a lot-my newborn baby brother and living in Turkey with her in-laws while her husband completed his conscription-she probably didn’t need her bratty three-year-old daughter begging for OG fan fiction about Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo and-longing sigh- April.ĭespite her protests, my mom did indulge me my requests. ![]() My poor, exasperated mother would extend my name and sigh it out, fed up with my demands for bedtime stories…about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Can’t I just tell you Cinderella or read you a G.D. ![]()
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