Idiosyncrasies

Wow! Who would’ve thought?! Thank you Lord for a miracle right when I needed it! =D

My childhood treasures…my collection of "My Little Ponies" which (I thought) was lost for oh so many years…

… was recently found! In an bright orange duffel bag marked with an "M".

Yep, an "M"…. As in McDonald’s! All my ponies were jammed into this small McDo freebie. I was overjoyed to see them (I cried! Hahaha). Matted hair, dirt & grime, rust & oil (from the ones that had wind-up features), missing accessories and all. A lot of them are missing (I know I had over 80, but when I counted the contents of the bag, it didn’t even reach 40), but the important ones are there. My first (Sweet Stuff), and my last (forgot her name uh-oh!).

I find it amazing - how a child can think things up and believe them in an instant. I miss that about being a child. The magic of believing — blindly. Nowadays, people are just soooo jaded… too jaded. When I was a child, I sincerely believed my ponies were alive.  I remember I’d put them in the Barbie dollhouse, clothe them, and I even made sure a window was open whenever I’d leave so they could breathe.

The funny thing? Barbie and Ken were the househelps for all 80 ponies. Sure, they were short-staffed for a time… but whenever someone gave me a new Barbie or Ken doll…heheheh. Well, let’s say  help had arrived! Eventually, there were three Barbies and two Kens to do my ponies’ bidding.  All 80 ponies, whose names I knew by heart. Back then, anyway. I still remember some of their names though.

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Whenever I need to make an important decision nowadays, I ask myself a lot of questions - the typical pros and cons. But what really wins my vote? The kid factor. I picture a ten year-old me for this… If the 10 year-old me got to know the present me… If I told her my decision regarding the matter… Would she approve? Would she be proud of what I was about to do? Would she like how I turned out?

   
As a child, I was always bent on doing the right thing, even though it cost me dearly (in grade school, you lose friends if you don’t get mad at the person everyone else is mad at… for no fathomable reason…you know the drill). As a child, I had a vivid imagination. As a child, I believed in others and most importantly, I believed in myself.

   
Where is all that now? Have I been sucked into being another jaded addition to the statistic? I really hope not.

Well… I’ve kept my fascination for horses this long so I doubt I’d be a disappointment