One of my most enduring childhood memories includes running home from school in my Hypercolor shirt, occasionally stopping in at the corner store for some Big League Chew, flying in the door, kicking off my BK sneakers and flopping down in front of the TV to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Thanks to the magic of DVD technology and a generous gifter, I can do all that again. (Probably without the shirt, sneakers or bubble gum, though I may still go out in the back yard and make swords and nunchucks out of sticks and packing tape.)