15 years ago, My Little Monkey came in to my life.  She was so small, so pure, and so new to this world.  When I held her for the first time, she would cry because, being a guy, I didn't have the extra her mom or Nana had.  So her Nana would drape a pillow over my shoulder so she would be comfortable. But as time went on she got used to me.  As she grew, I learned quickly and sometimes on my own how to take care of this little person.  I learned how to change diapers and make bottles.  I was so unsure of myself that I made lots of mistakes and she wouldn't let me forget them. But as time went on and I found my rhythm I got better  I was still living with her Nana, my mother at the time and being a busy person her Nana can be, she would let me babysit  my little monkey.  I would sit a at the computer and play music and rock her in  her car seat for her naps.  Speaking of music, thats something my little monkey and I shared.  There was a time that she was very ill and nothing would calm her.  However a few months before her Nana and I and her went to see Celtic Thunder.  You see my little monkey had a very old soul.  She was enchanted by one Darrien Magginty.  He sang a song "Bird Without Wings."  Well when she was sick I would play that song on my cd player untill the cd was so warn out that we couldnt use it any more.  But we got her to calm down so she could heal.  At nights she would curl in bed with her Nana, whom was her favorite bed partner, and being the last one up it was my duty to turn off lights and shut down the house.  The last room of the house to shut down was Nana's.  As I made my rounds to make sure that the other kids were safely in bed, I made my way to Nana's..  Nana was always up late filling out forms and paperwork.  When Nana was finished.  She would have me turn of the lights and after I would give her Nana a kiss goodnight, I would look over and there she was. I would walk around to the other side of the bed and I would learn over and give her a kiss on the forehead and she would look up at me and I would say Time to go to sleep my little monkey.  She would yawn and curl up next to her Nana fall asleep.  As she grew and I moved out of Nana's, as young man should, she would come, with family in tow, swimming at Uncle Bubba's house.  Every summer she would look forward to swimming at my apartment pool.  I wasnt much but it fun.  The gooffy games we would play and times we would share together always made me smile.  Those are the memories of My Little Monkey that I hold on to though this event.  That is how I remember My Little Monkey.