“I want a pony.” That’s the new symbol of the unattainable, the pipe dream, the ridiculous longing for something that will never be possible. It reflects a dream of childhood, of simpler times, of purity. We want the impossible, but sometimes we make the impossible happen.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “pony.”

Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “Pony”

  1. Christmas was a big deal to an only child with relatively indulgent parents. Not that I ever woke up to find the oft-requested pony in my suburban tract-home back yard, but generally my parents did their best to fulfill my wishes. Through family photos from my third Christmas, I know I received a wooden rocking horse, a shiny red tricycle, and an assortment of enough dolls, games and clothes for several toddlers.

  2. A pony, yes, to bear me forward, love me with freedom, a friend that belongs to me. A small place to live, perhaps Pa’s shed in the back yard. Ponies poop and need attention, but I will! I will! So little to ask. All slights of the world vanish.

  3. We would travel through the New Forest in Hampshire in England and see hundreds of the New Forest ponies roaming free and grazing on the lush grass. These are not wild ponies, they are privately owned by people who have the grazing rights. They are free to roam the forest at will, until they are rounded up by their owners and counted. There is now a unique breed of the New Forest pony.

  4. Soraya’s love of horses began with her first pony ride at a State Fair. Now she was a full-fledged professional at equestrian events, and her black stallion, Othello, was her pride and joy. Both of them lived for competing, and it showed.

    Soraya’s favorite part of the event was the dressage where she could show off Othello’s obedience, flexibility and balance. It was a spellbinding site, and the thunderous applause from the audience was always very rewarding for Soraya. She was sure it was also appreciated by Othello since he would always prance haughtily around the arena when he heard the applause. On this occasion, he continued doing this even after the applause had died down. It was as if he knew that this was going to be his last competition…

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