no, he wasn't a sock monkey. in the world of sparkelle sock monkeys are a relatively new obsession. my first monkey wasn't mine at all in the beginning, he belonged to my aunt twila. (who was wicked mean and wretched when i was a child, she greatly favored my sister. it's no secret.) anywho-doo, the monkey was from the early 70's, he was stuffed with a plastic face, plastic ears, feet and hands. one hand held a banana you could fit into his mouth and his chest was yellow and his head, arms and legs were black. my aunt no longer played with him and one day i picked him up, or asked my granny for him and she handed him to me. i fell hopelessly in love with the monkey and against my aunts will my granny gave him to me. i don't remember his name, i do remember that he was my all time favorite toy. i also remember that my mother tried to give me a new one that was virtually the same but had brown limbs and new fur. i lost that guy at church and continued to love my vintage monkey until... well, i am not sure when he left my life. in my memories i always loved him and then he just disappears. i got this picture from ebay.com, it's pretty much the same monkey i just don't remember my monkey having a belly button.
above: photo found on ebay, auction ended
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