I was a boy educated in the classy halls of public school. A land where kids thrived on pushing the limits of rules. Talking back, chewing gum, ignoring teachers - everyone had their methods. In high school it escalated. The guys clung to baggy pants and brands names in a struggle for attention. Stripping down and showing more skin was the girls rebellious approach. You sadly were labeled for what you wore - thug, punk, skater, trashy, nerdy, etc.
Where did I fit into this? High school had me jumping around from trend to trend. Baggy denims and tees one year followed by khakis and silk screen shirts I made in my graphic arts class the next. There was clearly no order in those days. BUT in the elementary school years, you could say I had a uniform of my own - TMNT-issued.
Since their inception, I've been a big fan of the Ninja Turtles. At five years old, I had the graphic novels and just a few toys. When I began spouting out the names of the Turtles, my Mom had no idea what the heck I was talking about. However, she was very impressed that her little boy knew the names of all these renaissance artists. So my Mom (and Dad) watched a few episodes, taking in what was soon to be the TMNT phenomenon. I doubt they knew what they were getting into...
Labels: * The Origin Story