We came across an old mechanical horse the other day when we stopped for some delicious dinner at Larry’s Giant Subs. The old fella had seen better days and was a bit of a clunker, but I knew there was no way we were getting by that thing without letting Haeden have a ride. Not that I’d want to, really. These things have a little place in my heart, so I was really just as delighted as he was to come upon it.
My dad was a bit of a “picker” when I was a kid. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as the current reality series would like to make it seem. In fact, I was totally embarrassed when my dad would pull over on the side of the road so that he could pick through someone else’s trash.
But you know what they say… “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” And sometimes that really is true. Thanks to dad’s “hobby,” we ended up with our very own mechanical horse, and a video arcade game to boot! He taught my sister and I how to turn it on without feeding it quarters and it resulted in lots and lots of fun. Oh, and you better believe I still charged the neighborhood kids to ride that bad boy! That is, until I got caught anyway.
Dad, think you can find another one? I bet Haeden would be really appreciative! If not, a real, live pony will do, too. I think we could keep him in our backyard. It’s totally big enough…