Internet gal pal and all around cool lady Marlo was asking her twitter buds to draw goofy comics about their earliest memory. This is mine from when I was five and in preschool.
OMG, this is the story of my preschool life. I always wanted to be Raphael, but the boys were jerks and always said I had to be April. There was a wooden kind of platform thing in the playground. The upper part was a “tower” and the lower part was the “sewer”. The boys always made me sit up in the tower and wait to be rescued from Shredder. One time, there were two of us up there because another girl wanted to play. We were both labeled as April and very upset about it. So we carried sand up into the “tower” and poured it on the boys’ heads through the cracks in the platform. Ah, sweet revenge.