Six months to a year later my parents spent a ton of cash (and money was always tight) and took us to see the TMNT Coming out of Our Shells Tour. From our nose bleed seats I was convinced those guys were the real Turtles. That night is still a very found memory of my childhood. My Dad tried to talk me into getting the program as my souvenir at the concert ($10). I insisted on getting a pair of (practice) nunchucks ($20). I still have them. If you've never heard of this tour check it out here.
Close to twenty years after meeting Raphael at the art museum I saw this mask at the costume shop in the same town. I wonder if they removed the headband because there wasn't much call for Ninja Turtles anymore or if they had four different headbands.