Thank you, Doc. What a nice pic. I started bugging my parents for a horse as soon as I could say the word and kept telling them we could keep it in the garage. I’m surprised they didn’t spank me into oblivion for my pouting about it. I still have my first and prized big plastic black horse complete with a shoelace as a bridle and reigns (I lost the plastic one early on.) I keep him in the safe with the guns and my kids’ hospital bracelets.
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My daughter kept her horses and passed them on to her daughter. I have three granddaughters who collect those plastic horses and 2 who actually ride. The only horse that my oldest daughter ever lost was the white stallion that was rearing on his hind legs and pawing the air. A leg broke and even the best glue that the Lawrence Radiation Lab at Berkeley could provide failed to repair it. Of course that was before Gorrilla Glue, or Super Glue was invented.