My parents surprised me with my first pony. She was 3 at the time and I was 6… I’d been riding her, but with the understanding that she was for sale and another little girl could be her rider at any minute.
I remember my parents sitting me down one night and telling me very seriously that Duckie had been sold to a little girl who was going to love her very much. I tried very hard not to cry because I loved that pony and I didn’t want her to leave.
When they then told me that I was that little girl, I was the happiest little kid in the world. We had that wonderful pony for 8 years, at which point we sold her to go on and make another little one’s dreams come true.