My Dad Works With Screeching Turtles

The way we entered had doors that looked as if they were made for giants. And they were. But the people around me now were also giants to me. I was only 8 years old, and the giants for the doors were screeching turtles three times as tall as I was. My dad let me come to his work to see his base. The room where the turtles slept echoed when you spoke, it was so big, and empty save the turtles.
More men like my father came in and exclaimed their excitement to see me. I was just a little human, I don’t know why they were so excited about seeing another little human like me. These men were all so big and scary. And friendly. They all wore the same-looking uniform, dark and baggy, with a lot of pockets and reflecting strips down the arms and legs. The pockets and belt held a lot of different equipment. It reminded me of cowboys and their guns on their belts. They welcomed me, showing me the living room; with the couches and tv- it reminded me of my living room at home- the kitchen was smaller than the kitchen at home but had similar things like the microwave and oven. I didn’t know my dad’s work was another home.
Then an alarm went off and a voice shouted from the ceiling. Dad told me the other men had to leave. The men disappeared into the turtle’s room. I peered into the room and saw the one man open up the back of a turtle. It looked like a bedroom and a kitchen in one tiny space. The bed took up more than half the space and there were cupboards like my kitchen, but I couldn’t tell what was in them. He shut the doors and went to the front. The turtle started to screech and took off. I didn’t think they would be so fast. My dad took me to the living room, and we sat and watched tv. He put his arm around me, and I knew… I wanted to be a paramedic when I grew up.