The monkey doesn't live there anymore. The monkey moved-to Kentucky- and took his people with him.
I wanted to go back with the other kids who were still jumping on cars, still chasing each other through the garden, but Sally had her own game.
One of the boys invented the rules. One of Tito's friends said you can't get the keys back unless you kiss us and Sally pretended to be mad at first but she said yes.
I don't know why, but something inside me wanted to throw a stick. Something wanted to say no when I watched Sally going into the garden with Tito's buddies all grinning. It was just a kiss, that's all. A kiss for each one. So what, she said.
I took three big sticks and a brick and figured this was enough. But when I got there Sally said go home. Those boys said leave us alone. I felt stupid with my brick. They all looked at me as if I was the one that was crazy and made me feel ashamed.
I don't know why but I had to run away. I had to hide my self at the other end of the garden.
This is where I wanted to die and where I tried one day but not even the monkey garden would have me.