I feel it necessary that I apologize for laying the smack down on my mom yesterday on this very blog. She did nothing wrong by disposing of all those My Little Ponies, and probably even asked me first. I'm sure that the teenage recluse that I was at the time answered with a sneer-laced "Whatever," and that some very happy 10 year old began her very own love affair with those plastic horses...
And the seasons, they go round and round. And the painted ponies go up and down. We're captive on a carousel of time. We can't go back, we can only look behind from where we came, and go round and round and round in the circle game.
We can thank four years of summer camp in the Santa Cruz mountains for that little gem!
I. Love. My. Mother.