When I was six, my daddy surprised my sister and me with a little Shetland Pony. I can still feel the excitement when our parents brought us outside and there he was just waiting for us. We had been wishing for a pony like most little girls.We were going to have so much fun! We would be able to ride all over the ranch on our cute little pony. I had big dreams for this pony and me! It was a story made for a book. Girl and pony ride happily into the sunset together…NOT. Oh my goodness, that was the meanest pony ever! I am sure the pony meant well, and in retrospect, I imagine he had no training. My daddy put me on that pony to ride and ride we did…fast. Had no problem staying on until he headed straight for the trees and took me right into the limbs every-time. He repeated the same thing with my sister. I sure wanted it to work with our pony, but after months of riding into the limbs a girl can only take so much. I seriously do not know what happened to that pony because one day he was just not there. I imagine some other kids had the joy of riding him. The sadness of a broken dream when you are six can really “stick” with you!
This photo of my pony and my sister and I came from an old album of pictures that have aged.