Here’s Baby Starbow all cleaned up!
When I was a kid I was briefly friends with this girl whose name I don’t remember, but who I think about every time I drive past what was her home at the time. We were playing in her house and she had this My Little Pony. Even though I was probably eight or nine at the time I still considered myself something of a collector more than a child playing with toys and I had never seen this Pony and I wanted this Pony.
The girl did not care about the pony and offered to give it to me. I was absolutely psyched about this and I carried it around the entire time we played together that afternoon. Then, when it came time for me to go home, she told me that she had to ask her dad if it was okay for her to give me the pony. I thought this sounded kind of sketchy, but I was not going to question it.
She asked, and he said NO and I was heartbroken that this thing I had walked around with all day and had a decidedly bonded with would have to stay with this girl who didn’t give a damn about it at all. I don’t even know if I ever hung out with her again. I think she may have later accused me of trying to steal that pony.
Anyway, this is the pony. Or at least it’s another of the same kind of pony that I saved from eBay it isn’t the exact one. But I had to get one after my weird childhood bonding experience with a toy I couldn’t I have for reasons I didn’t quite trust, haha.
