Growing up a kid in my class in elementary school told us that he owned a monkey. I always hoped that he would bring his pet monkey to show and tell but he didn't, I never saw a picture of the monkey either so I have no proof that he actually had one, kids can say a lot of things to try and impress their friends but that doesn't matter because that day changed my life forever. OK probably not forever more like for the next 10 minutes but I too wanted a monkey. Each year when I get a birthday wish since the age of 9 I have wished for a monkey. I'm not sure what I would do with a monkey, but we have a lot in common. I love bananas, I love to climb and I love Curious George. This weekend on my birthday I wish for a monkey as I have for every birthday since 9. I'm hoping that at some point in my life that eventually I will get that monkey that my birthday wish will come true and I will get to name him George and we will eat bananas together. It may sound silly to continue to wish for the same thing that will never come true but even as I get older I cant help but wish for it. I cant break the tradition now, the world might come to an end or worse what if the year I decide not to wish for a monkey and I was actually going to get a monkey as a present but since I didn't wish for it that he was returned. That would be tragic. This weekend as I spend time with my husband and son, as we go out to eat to celebrate (by the way hubby I want to go out to eat for my birthday) , as I enter another year of my life I will be wishing for a monkey.
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