If a picture can define one's childhood... this pretty much sums it up.
Growing up, I don't really remember having the most recent of toys or cartoon-ish 'things'. You know, a bedroom of Hello Kitty or dozens and dozens of barbies. There were toys, fun stuff and cool things. But nothing, and I mean nothing compared to my shetland pony. Oh, the fun we had! I'd give him a bath and a hair cut. Ride him around the yard or to the river or chase the bucket calves. We'd work cows and ride along with Dad. Those were the days, I tell you. Good times :) 
Cody & Kim (circa 1985?)
A few weeks ago, I got to talking with a student of mine who mentioned they needed to find a good home for her pony because everyone had gotten too old/too big to ride it. To make a long story short... I traded two loaves of banana bread & the promise to love her lots for this sweet little shetland pony.
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Now, that's my kind of deal!
They call her "Patches" and she is so very sweet!
Good times ahead, for sure!
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