|Umm, I meant a REAL pony!|
As you can see from the picture, I was such a girl, and even at the tender of age of not quite two I was less than impressed with the plastic rocking horse Nance and Frank were trying to pass off on me. Yup, I may have been a toddler, but I was no dope. This was clearly a PLASTIC pony, and an unacceptable substitution when I'd requested a real, flesh and blood pony.
I'm older now, and although I did not get her on Christmas, my dream eventually did come true and I am blessed enough to have a horse of my own. I think a part of me is still a small girl at heart, and able to immediately identify with the child when I see something like the video below. Makes you wish all little girls and boys who wish for ponies could get them, doesn't it? More importantly, it makes you wish that every pony or horse had it's very own child to love it.
Go ahead, tell me you can watch this without full on bawling. The little girl's excitement was precious, but what really broke me down was the look on the pony's face. You almost heard that pony sigh, "Finally. Finally I have a little girl."