Mama Kat threw out another great writing prompt this week: "A childhood toy you once loved." I was pulled back to a post I wrote 2 1/2 years ago, also via a Mama Kat prompt. Since it has been a while, I am resurrecting that post here.
I so love this guy.
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A LOVE STORY
March 11, 2011
He wasn't what you would call handsome. His head was too big, a bit too round. His ears were large. He had an odd fashion sense, always seen sporting red and blue overalls (minus the straps) straight from a country farm. And he was perpetually dirty.
I was just a little kid from Tennessee. I did not care about his clothes. I overlooked his bulky head and his desperate need for a bubble bath.
I loved him.
I loved him because he was the strong silent type. Always ready to listen and never one to talk back. If I needed a hug, he was there. If I wanted to play pretend, he was there. He was an ever-present friend in my childhood years.
I was in love with... a monkey.
His name, one you might guess from a 2-year old mind, was Monk.
Monk was my trusted and true friend. He traveled everywhere I did and racked up a ton of miles on those fuzzy little legs.
Monk is the one childhood item I could not bear to leave. Yes, he has been tied up in a white plastic bag on a top shelf in the closet, but he is still here. He survived the transition into my grown-up home.
We had a long-awaited reunion last night.
World, meet Monk. He's still funny-looking. He's still dirty.
And he is awesome.
He now lives in my daughter's animal collection! She isn't as
enamored with him as I was, but he is thrilled to be with loved ones
Another post inspired by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop!