You know these kids because, once upon a time, you WERE these kids. (OK, maybe not this kid, but it probably crossed your mind.)
A few weeks ago, on Horse Radio Network’s 12-hour holiday radiothon (you can listen to any of the Radiothon’s 12 hours here), I told a story that, in immediate hindsight, I realized might not be the best testament to my otherwise (arguably) upstanding character.
It was this:
“For the first 10 maybe 11 years of my life Christmas was always a traumatic, emotionally devastating event. Because all I wanted was a horse. A pony. Like, whatever. Something with four legs I could ride around in circles. That was all I wanted. And every year I was just in tears because I did not get the horse. I didn’t understand why Santa hated me, what I did so wrong to deserve nothing resembling a live horse for Christmas.
“I guess that’s pretty bratty.”
But, in my defense, I’m sure I wasn’t alone. In the spirit of all my fellow “I want a pony” tantrum throwers out there, this one goes out to you:
This post originally appeared on EN’s sister site, Horse Nation.