Posted On: Thursday, December 27th, 2012 at 3:09 pm
I saw a picture of my first Christmas , there I sit, 10 months, old amidst a pile of baby toys . A large stuffed horse , white with black spots in the foreground my hand resting on it, of all the toys ! I think my “Spotted Pony Fever” came early in life. My Father came home from work for lunch every day, when I was a baby, and bounced me on his knee, promising to buy me a pony . Mom and Dad have told me when I was tiny and still could not talk yet , I would sing song a little gibberish song about “Daddy’s gonna buy me a pony ” it was baby gibberish but, to them it was absolutely distinct and plain that I was saying ( my Daddy’s gonna buy me a pony ) . I was whistling while still sleeping in a crib , my Sister is 22mo. younger than I am so it was before I was 2yrs. old, . As, she got the crib and I moved on to a bed. I have always loved all animals but horses are my favorite, I would surely die without them. I have received something of an Equine nature for every birthday and every Christmas since.
Categories: If Wishes were HORSES