I used to beg my parents for a pet monkey. I had it all figured out. I would build a cage (and by I, I meant my Dad of course) in the outside corner of our house where the monkey would have access to my second-story bedroom. Everywhere I went I’d pull him behind me in my little red wagon.
I’d buy all the food, I promised, though I’m not sure how I was planning to get the money.
I’d even train him to behave – just like I trained my horse to jump fence and the family dog to roll over.
No matter how many promises I made, the answer was always the same.
They pick their butts.
It’s true, but that didn’t stop my desire. I would sit in my room at night and ask God to miraculously appear a monkey outside my window. I did not grow up religious, but even then I knew God was supposed to deliver things your parents could/would not. In the years to follow, I filled my wants with other things and forgot about the monkey.
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