Reflections of the Best Day Ever

Ah, the best day ever. Well, in a way it's also the worst day ever. On September 11, 2008, my beautiful Hero arrived. I was bouncing off the walls that whole week, and my excitement went on and on considering the fact that the company sent me the on turtle and then sent me Hero. The wrong turtle was named Tickles. Yes, Tickles. He was full grown as opposed to a baby, so he was a full 4 inches long. Sadly, I had to give him away, but his new family loves him. It turns out he only had 3 legs, and I guess I never noticed. The new family named him Tripod. But on that day, 9/11/08, I was very emotional about what happened to those poor people in the World Trade Center. So, when I named my baby turtle, it had to be something brave, courageous, and strong. His gorgeous shell looks like an army helmet, so I named him Hero. If the day I met him wasn't the best day ever, than I don't know what is.