By Clare Grehan
My dad was trusted to take my brother and I to the zoo whilst mum was at work. I was about 7. We were in the monkey house where you looked down on the huge apes from the stone walkway. My dad had bushy black hair and a beard at the time like George Best and was doing his best gorilla impression, jumping about and making daft noises at the monkeys. The large monkey in the enclosure picked up a piece of poo and threw it at my dad. He wasn't a good aim and it hit me square in the face. Strangely my dad wasn't allowed to take me to the zoo again without mum!
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