Back in the day, photographers traveled around neighborhoods and took pictures of kids sitting on old ponies. You paid them and they sent you photos later. This could never be done in this day and age for so many reasons. I mean can you imagine if a guy and an old pony showed up on your doorstep?? I remember this so well, except that I was three, so my reality was skewed. I remember the guy being really old and the pony not moving at all, which was disappointing. I wanted it to take off, after all I had boots and a hat!!! The old photographer gave me his hat to wear, which he had to prop on the back of my head so it wouldn't fall over my face. I wanted to hold the horse by the mane, but he told me to hold the sadle. Made sense, because that's the part I held onto at the grocery store 10 cent horse. i can't for the life of me now figure out why that was ever fun.
Anyhow, I am pretty sure I kept saying, "giddy up, horsey!" And I'm pretty sure my Mom was telling me to sit still. And I'm pretty sure I thought I was really going to get to ride the horse. But when the photo was over, the horse and the man left, with his hat. I still thought it was fun.
All my cousins had horses as did my first set of in-laws. And yet I never rode a horse until I was 22. And that was also the last time I rode a horse.
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