When I was in 7th grade, the only thing I wanted was a horse. This was impossible because we lived in an apartment in Chicago. There was no talking to me; my mind was made up. A horse or nothing. My mother took me at my word , and nothing it was. I was a prolific reader. My father bought me a bunch of books about horses( both fiction and non/fiction. He tried to get me what I wanted, but in a different way. I have never forgotten those books. Some are still in my bookcase, over 60 years later.

Beautiful memory. Thank you for sharing.

I have a corduroy frog like that. My dad never wrapped any presence the only thing he wrapped that year and it was in an old old old-fashioned flower sack. Sadly, I lost the sack over the years too, so one of my most favorite things ever given to me. He’s in great condition and now my son gets to grow up, loving on him too.

omg it’s the cutest!