In the summer of 1953, a little four-year-old boy took his very first pony ride. It was at the local fair, and it was magical!
Fast forward to the summer of 1977 and a little, red-headed, four-year-old girl took her very first pony ride. It was also at the local fair, and it was magical!
Jump ahead yet again, and it’s the summer of 2016, where another four-year-old boy finds himself atop a pony for the very first time. It was at the local fair ... and it was magical!
What do these random spots in time have in common? They were experienced by members of my family.
It’s mind-boggling to me to think of how much the world has changed since 1953, and yet the magic of these humble steeds has remained so strong. Who would believe these gentle creatures could imbue such powerful memories as they slowly carry their precious passengers around and around a simple circle. Even with all of the hype this modern age can produce, it does not hold a candle to the pleasure of a pony ride.
To all of the people who work so hard to make these experiences possible, I offer you my sincerest thanks. And if I can echo the words of my father …
“Happy Trails” to all of you.