**This post is part of the very first Stonecoast Blog Train, linking the blogs of several Stonecoast students and alumni. Hop aboard and take a ride! Everyone’s really nice. Except me, I bite. Giggity.**
Blog Train Theme: Who are you? What’s this blog-a-ma-jig for?
I’m a storyteller. I came to this conclusion at a very young age. One Saturday morning, after yet another spectacular episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Michelangelo had met his hero, Bug Man – yeah, it’s gross in hindsight), I turned to my stash of action figures and began a new adventure with my favorite terrapins. Leonardo, out on his own to pick up a sardine and jellybean pizza, was ambushed and kidnapped by the evil Shredder and his goons. Now leaderless, Don, Raph, and Mikey struggled to save him. They invaded the Shredder’s fortress, consisting of an ottoman and a dining room chair, but it was heavily guarded. There were enemies everywhere! Then Donatello came up with a brilliant idea: he sent out an S.O.S. to other heroes in the land of Saturday Morning Adventures. With a mighty wind, the Ultimate Warrior (forever stuck in one pose because his legs weren’t built to move), Duke (inexplicably half the size of everyone else, so his guns looked laughably pathetic), and Bumblebee (half-transformed because that shit was complicated) arrived to aid the forces of good. When the dust cleared, Leonardo was free, but Duke had died in the rescue effort. That’s okay, though. I only missed him half of the time.