Unpacking the Pony
It’s pretty amazing how one picture can take you there. Seeing a picture of my pony, Ringo brought back so many memories that I never realized I was still holding onto. He represents so many things in my life currently at 41 years old, and how could that be? My dad bought Ringo for me when I was eight years old. He taught me how to put a bridle on a pony, to put a saddle on a pony, to brush a pony, to take care of a pony’s hooves, and a pony was fed and happy. Ringo represented so much for me. He was my happiness. He was a way to bond with my dad because I didn’t know how and I was always afraid of him, unless we were talking about the pony or the dogs. I loved how my dad would take the time to show me the right way to do things with Ringo, and to always be good with him. He showed me how to communicate with Ringo, and when I made a mistake with that pony, my dad would also show me why that was wrong, but he was never mean, and I never got punished. He only taught me the right way...