Leaving Madagascar Chapter 7

I remember thinking back.  It was so clear.  I was a younger monkey and everybody looking at me strangely whispering to their friends why that monkey (me) walks funny and up on two feet. They would tease me and throw their stuff at me almost everyday. I would come home and have to jump in the river to wash my fur before my mother would let me in the house.  I just never fit in with all the other lemurs. I would tell them that I had a problem that I was deformed and I could only walk on my  feet standing up. They would laugh and chatter then race up in the trees and start throwing thier crap at me again.  Of course I was on the ground and such an easy target. My mother told me it doesn't matter if some monkey calls me a name their opinion means nothing and they are not worth being my friend. I always tried to think of what she said at these times. After years of this finally my father said that was enough. He sent me to a swinging school where I was to learn how to swing through the vines like a real monkey no matter what my issues were.  It did not work out. I tried, I tried with every fiber of my body to be like the others. The head monkey at the swinging school told my parents I was a lost cause and that swinging through the trees was never going to be my thing. Sure I could swing through the trees i practiced almost every day but I could not keep up with everybody else. I was much better on the ground I had big feet and could run fast plus i was a heavy monkey.  As I got a little older I found out I was growing  larger then the other lemurs. I was almost  the size of my father and I was still a young monkey.  If I went to my friend's house instead of sitting in the nest with my friends eating leaves and chattering they would make me sit outside on a bigger branch so I did not break their precious little nest. I was becoming a freak I thought. Now I had monkys and birds practicly the whole town hanging around my nest trying to get a peek a the huge lemur with the big feet. I grew used to it I guess I started just sitting at the bottom of the tree where my family nest was. I was getting so large that I could not even fit in my parents nest anymore. I remember it was raining hard one day and I just sat down at the bottom of the tree hating that I could not be like the other monkeys. I was drenched just sitting there cold not caring about anything anymore. My mother came down from the nest and sat beside me. She leaned into me and said that she understood what I was going through and that she wanted a better place for me to grow up. The next day my father and her had decided to leave Madagascar for my sake.  They wanted to take me to the amazon jungle where there were so many different animals I would fit in and have a better life. I looked back as I was leaving our small nest in the trees. I was not going to miss this place one bit. No more slinging stuff at Leo and that was the last thing I thought when I left Didy, Madagascar.  We were headed for Befandefa Madagascar on our trip to the amazon.