I hope everyone shares their pony memories.
Okay, so, here’s the story.
Once upon a time in 1980s, My Little Ponies finally landed to our shores. TV show didn’t, so ponies were plugged to the market with help from translated packaging (Italian concave-hooved ones, for the collectors) and ponies being available almost everywhere. They sold like hot cakes.
A shop nearby me had several still available (they were otherwise sold out in the whole city), but every day one had gone missing from the rack, and it looked like I was going to be ponyless; I was furiously saving and scrimping my weekly allowance, and knew that I would get enough by the end of the week, but it was an actual concern that they would sell out.
On my trip to do groceries with my mom, I sneaked to the toy shelf, took the pony I liked most—a turned-head Applejack, blue eyes, three white dots on cheeks, again for the benefit of collectors—and carefully hid it behind other toys so I could have just a tiny edge in getting my favorite pony.
On Saturday, after finishing the chores my mom and grandparents had given to me, I went to collect my allowance and I was both leaping with joy and shivering with terror—what if someone had found the pony, and put it back and now it is gone? Instead of just handing me my money, my mom told me to go and look to the linen closet.
OMG! She had gone back to the store after seeing how much I liked the pony, enough to try and hide it, and she took it and bought it to me!
OMG! OMG! OMG! SQUEE! She allowed me to keep my money, and I was one happy squee-ball and playing with my pony like a ten-year old kid can do.
Which is to say that Applejack became a mighty fine astronaut and later, her other friends joined missions of fantasy and multiverse-traveling…