The woman who ran the pony ride at Riverfront Park over the weekend was adorable. Her ponies were adorable. The entire get-up was adorable. To make them go she’d say ‘Here we go ponies” in a soft, calm voice. To make them stop, she’d say “That’ll do ponies”. There wasn’t any loud yahooin’ or yeehawin’, just ‘that’ll do ponies” in a nice, soothing voice. How cute is that?

However, I can’t really constitute this pony ride as a real ride.  I don’t claim to be a cowboy, but when I used to visit the Montana ranch where my grandma and grandpa worked, we got to ride horses. Really ride horses, as in the horse would wonder the ranch and we’d use the reins to steer him here or there and everywhere. These ponies were tied up to a pole and walked in a circle. Not even a big circle, a teeny, tiny one. No joke. I got dizzy walking in a circle that small – because by the way, I was required to walk by my kid while she rode her pony.

It was just her second time on a horse (can you call a pony a horse?  Told you I’m not a cowboy) and she loved every minute of it. Which is good, because it only lasted 2 minutes. You don’t like a minute and you’re missing out on half the ride. In the end, what matters is that it was my kid’s birthday and she got to ride a pony named Tinkerbell and it made her day.

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