That beautiful little steed you could ride to wherever your imagination would take you.
I didn't have one ... but do recall asking my parents for one, to which I got a reply from my Daddy, "Why would you want one of those plastic ponies when you have the real thing?"
True ... we always had horses on the farm. Dad always called them "hay burners"... but I know he loved those horses as much as the rest of us. When he was younger he rode a quite often, as did I. I miss those times.
Here's one of my favorite pics that I made into a scrapbook page of myself and my brother Doug and my sisters Colleen and Cheryl. I was only 8 years old then.
Driving through Illinois on Hwy 24 ,near the town of Fairbury, there is an unusual sight.
A row of hobby horses that are past there prime and have been put out to pasture.
According to Roadside America ... it began when a farmer put a carousel horse in a field as a marker. Since then other hobby horses began appearing mysteriously ... usually under the cover of darkness.
(these two images from the internet)
When we saw them the first time most of them were standing up ... but on our way home it was very windy and half of them were knocked down. I hope someone stands them up again.
Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.