When I was a child we lived in San Diego. My parents visited Tijuana from time to time partly to bring back what was then very inexpensive liquor. They always took my brother and me because the limit was 2 bottles per person, thus our family could bring back 8 bottles. As a reward my brother and I got the plastic bears on chains that were around the necks of the Oso Negro vodka bottles.
Anyway, both alligators and red-eared sliders were sold from markets. The turtle shells were painted with various designs, and you could have one painted with your name. My mom explained to me the turtle's shell was like human skin, and painting it hurts the turtle. I understood and didn't want painted turtles after that. I also developed a concern for the well-being of animals.
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