Hello all,
Month one is written and I want to share a funny story from debrief. For you to laugh along with me in this though, you have to hear a story from little Calla’s days.
When I was younger, I had nightmares of monkeys. From what I remember it felt pretty often. In my nightmares they would be under my bed, making their annoying monkey noises. My parents would find me on the floor calling for the monkeys, I would assume to get out from under my bed? So, my dad made me a monkey beating stick, out of a broken broom. And it solved the problem of having monkeys under my bed.
Now that I am an adult, I thought that fear of monkeys was gone. I’m not sure if that has to do with me not having a bed frame, so my bed is on the floor. Or if its cause any time I have seen a monkey its contained in its little habitat at the zoo.
Heres the story from debrief: Haley and I were trying to unlock the door to our house. Neither of us are capable of unlocking it, still and we for sure couldn’t get it then. I blame my mom and dad because we never locked our house growing up so I’m not good at knowing how to do. And I am really not good at knowing how to do it fast, especially if MONKEYS ARE RUNNING AT ME! They were not contained, running at us, and real! Man oh man, I still have a fear of monkeys.
After we finally got help from a squad mate, the monkeys were back in the trees doing whatever monkeys do and I was ‘safe’ inside (they come into the houses here too).
Moral of the story, I wish I packed my Monkey Beating Stick. Then even the real ones would have stayed away.
HAHA please laugh with me.
South Africa has been fun.
Love you all,
Calla Rae
