Way back in June 1990, our oldest son, Matthew, was about to celebrate his 8th birthday. This was the era of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all four of our sons were consumed with the cartoon, action figures, t-shirts etc..
Matthew was spending his birthday weekend with his grandma and grandpa (my parents) and they have this need, as all grandparents do, to spoil the boys with gifts. My mom called me on the morning of Matt’s birthday telling me that they had been looking at aquariums and turtles and would it be ok if they got one for a birthday present. I thought, why not, I’m an animal lover, always had pets, what’s one more!?
Sunday evening, grandma and grandpa brought Matt home along with the turtle and his home. I thought sure his name would be Raphael, Leonardo, Michelangelo or Donatello…nope, he was fondly named “Harry”.
Jump forward almost 22 years and Harry now lives with us as Matthew’s apartment building does not allow aquariums. We just recently replaced the aquarium he had been in the last few years and we updated the pump and lights. To say he is as happy as a “pig in poop, would be putting it mildly.
One interesting note I should add, after 21 years of referring to Harry as he, “she” started laying eggs!!!