This morning, we went to a “fair” that was advertised in the local paper. Actually, it turned out to be a gas station whose proprietor had hired a pony and a band. Not kidding. As we approached, Nat said very quietly, almost under her breath, “I’m gonna ride a pony.” Now, Daddy and I have offered pony rides on multiple occasions, and each time
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Poor Toe! I have memories of second-guessing myself and having regrets in childhood. And it didn't matter if I took part or held back, I always wondered about "the road not taken."
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