This was back when I lived in Okinawa. I was about four at the time when I came across a Curious George doll in the library. To this day, Curious George books are still my favorite. I don’t remember too much, but I guess when I check out a book, I’m allowed to take a stuffed animal while reading. Once I’m finished with the book, I must return the doll along with the book. Well…the book was the only thing in the library. I was told by my parents that I loved the doll so much, I didn’t want to give it back. I loved the damn thing too much to give a crap if I got in trouble a couple of times for not returning it. I eventually did though. A few days before my family and I moved back to the states, I was given the doll along with a note pretty much saying you can keep the doll back to America with you. Please take great care of it. I was very grateful for them to do that for me, even though I’m the asshole for keeping the doll without permission.
However, sometime before I moved from Oklahoma to California, I gave the doll to a certain child who had the same name as me. I felt it was time to leave the doll to someone else who might want it more than me. I was a bit down for choosing to give it up, but it felt like the right choice. Maybe it’ll serve him well and hopefully to this day it does. I miss the stuffed monkey after being attached to it. Even though it’s not in my possession anymore, the awesome memories with that thing is still there.
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