My childhood of the early 80s had already been populated by the strange and the wonderful. He-Man. Thundercats. G.I. Joe. Transformers. Batman. My mother was exasperated by the strange and sometimes frightening looking characters in my toys, books, and TV shows. My sisters thought I was weird. The adults I would clamor to show my assorted oddities to would give me dismissive smiles. Oh, but many of my peers of young boys, as well as a number of young girls, understood. Childhood is best when it is allowed to be a time of imagination, wonder, and infinite possibility. A child's fears, a child's desires, a child's potential all come tumbling out in the stories they create around themselves.
And, oh, did I create stories... so much so that I decided to try and make story-making my profession. And I can't say that when I stumbled across those Ninja Turtles that they didn't put that desire into hyper drive. When I was in first grade is when I first remember coming across those green, anamorphic martial artists. I can't remember if I watched the cartoon first or if I got the comic book mini-series based on it (this was the version Archie Comics published based on the animated series, not the original series published by Mirage Studios...), but they took over my imagination in a pretty major way, and it was more than just a few month fad. I was attached to those turtles for several years.
I tried to draw the Turtles by looking at my comics and developed some early art skills. Although I was never as good as my naturally talented friend Arnold Ngutavai (he drew and colored a very expert looking picture of the four turtles for me once, which I treasured), yet I still spend hours trying to improve my skills in creating those heroes in a half shell. I showed them to my father once and I was extremely pleased when he was surprised that I hadn't traced them. He had no clue I could draw like that as a third grader.
Its sequel Secret of the Ooze was even more anticipated and became the origin of that iconic cultural treasure, Vanilla Ice's "Ninja Rap." Again, my just slightly older fanboy self waited in theater excitedly and was not disappointed with a film that was fast, fun and filled with fond, future memories. Looking back on it, I think the original film was better made and would probably be more appealing to my grown up self. But my nine or ten year old self definitely put the sequel on top. It had two more mutated characters, lots of bright, colorful action, and was tons of fun. What more could a pre-adolescent boy in elementary school ask for from fine cinema?
Eventually, however, my long love for the Turtles would eventually wane when my brother Jared bought me a X-Men comic I thought looked interesting at 7-11. I was re-intrigued seeing a comic book of Rogue and Magneto in the Savage Land on the cover. I had remembered encountering those different kinds of mutants the X-Men in my cousin Jeremy's collection of comic books, in my brother Mark's introduction to me of the Dark Phoenix Saga comics, and the fan-tastic "Pryde of the X-Men" cartoon pilot which was made in the late 1980s and showed on Saturday mornings occassionally. So coming across that comic ignited my imagination once again, and I passed over the Ninja Turtles comic to buy my first X-Men comic. Although I still kept a fondness and attention for those Turtles, eventually their place in my child's cultural pantheon was replaced, and a new era had begun.
Thanks to an awesome wife who is very understanding of my nerdy interests, I was able to fulfill that childhood dream today and was filled with deep nostalgia and giddy happiness. Once again I was reminded why I have no interest in losing the magic of my childhood.