What toy from your childhood do you still have in your possession?
when i was 3 i got a small stuffed monkey from a lady at my gram's bank. his name was tonga. he was brown with dangly arms and legs, and a long tail. he had a tan muzzle, cute little ears and brown eyes.
i loved that monkey and he went with me everywhere. i loved rubbing his right foot - it was so soft. the left one was rough.
tonga had 2 profiles, one jolly:
one serious:
i used to wrap wet kleenex around his leg, pretending he had a broken leg. i used to parade him up and down the sidewalk in my doll stroller like that. i'm sure my neighbors thought i was nutters, doing that.
as tonga got older, his eyes frosted over, he lost a nostril (and i colored it in with black marker) and the fur rubbed off in spots. but i loved him.
when i had the boy, i let him play with him. but when he was too rough, i'd take him away. he was still my monkey!
on a visit to philly a couple years ago, i found a stuffed monkey in a children's shop on walnut street. he was a jellycat stuffy, but but he was a deadringer for tonga. i bought him on sight, praying for a baby someday to love him as much as i loved tonga.
a year later we found out we were having twins. so i ordered another jellycat monkey, although it was smaller. so now, petunia and freddie each have their own "tonga".
tonga sits on my hope chest in our bedroom.
when i was 3 i got a small stuffed monkey from a lady at my gram's bank. his name was tonga. he was brown with dangly arms and legs, and a long tail. he had a tan muzzle, cute little ears and brown eyes.
i loved that monkey and he went with me everywhere. i loved rubbing his right foot - it was so soft. the left one was rough.
tonga had 2 profiles, one jolly:
one serious:
i used to wrap wet kleenex around his leg, pretending he had a broken leg. i used to parade him up and down the sidewalk in my doll stroller like that. i'm sure my neighbors thought i was nutters, doing that.
as tonga got older, his eyes frosted over, he lost a nostril (and i colored it in with black marker) and the fur rubbed off in spots. but i loved him.
when i had the boy, i let him play with him. but when he was too rough, i'd take him away. he was still my monkey!
on a visit to philly a couple years ago, i found a stuffed monkey in a children's shop on walnut street. he was a jellycat stuffy, but but he was a deadringer for tonga. i bought him on sight, praying for a baby someday to love him as much as i loved tonga.
a year later we found out we were having twins. so i ordered another jellycat monkey, although it was smaller. so now, petunia and freddie each have their own "tonga".
tonga sits on my hope chest in our bedroom.
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