Many little girls beg for a pony from their parents. After being given the book, Black Beauty, for Christmas when I was seven I dreamed of nothing else.
I was so desperate that I would come home from school and fantasize that one would be stood on the drive waiting for me when I got home. I left no opportunity unturned to make it clear to my parents how much I needed a horse.
I would browse horses for sale in the local papers and dream about going to view them. I didn’t have anywhere to keep one but that didn’t purturb me.
I often left little notes around the house saying that if I had a pony I wouldn’t expect a birthday or Christmas present ever again!
I eventually got my pony at the age of twenty nine. I had to buy my own of course. Unfortunately I no longer own him but I do still browse horses for sale websites just to keep an eye on the market.