Hey y'all.
I wanted to take about 10 minutes of your time to talk about my turtle. I know that sounds like I'm about to brag. I'm not. I just wanted to give you a little bit of motivation to keep going in life. Anyway, on to the actual post.
I never really knew a lot about my turtle, and I still don't. Even still, I love the little guy to my dying day. He's a roughly 15-year-old Eastern Box Turtle with a limp and a small chink in his shell. No joke: the poor creature was hit by a bike or something like that. My 7th grade science teacher found him one day crumpled on the side of the street. She took him in and nursed him back to health. He could no longer survive on his own in the wild, so she was trying to find a home for him, as she already had around 20 pets, one of them being a turtle. I show up in her class and we hit it off immediately. I told her I was so jealous of her having a turtle, and that ever since I was a child I'd wanted a turtle to call my own. Turns out, having a birthday at the very start of the school year does immense favors for you. She talked to my parents in secret and gave me the turtle she rescued for my 12th birthday. This touched my poor heart way too much. I ended up naming him Riptyde.
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