Dear Journal,
Today was like no other day in my life. Still dreaming of all the wonderful events this day would bring. Waking up I noticed the sun starting to beam through the draperies and the rays began to bounce off all my Byer horses around my room. In bed I was covered with stuffed animals and sleeping at my side, my best friend Honey Bear, my cat. I stared at the ceiling, smiled as I bounced out of bed and thought - what a wonderful day.
Hearing the truck drive up to the barn, I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. Then grabbed my boots and in such a rush I put them on the wrong feet. I could hear the truck doors slam so I hurried not to miss a thing. I was feeling the discomfort of my boots. The pain! I had to stop, kicking them off just to put them on again, wrong. I wanted to see the new horse! Arriving at the trailer I noticed it was empty. It was probably my brother’s motorcycle.
It was supposed to be such a marvelous, magical and excellent day. Now that I think about it … this isn’t such a great day after all. Not one person, not even my mother has wished me a happy birthday.
I stood for a minute and no one noticed me. I looked at the back of the trailer, saw nothing. Even though I’m height challenged, I could always see the horse’s butt and there wasn’t a butt or a tail. It was then that I decided to go on to the barn. I headed to the barn, found some rocks to kick on the way as I 'slugged' down the hill.
Dad started yelling for me to help him. I couldn’t figure out why he needed my help. He said he needed help getting the goat off the trailer. I hadn’t heard a goat cry. Maybe it was a little baby goat, kid. I trotted back up the hill. That is when I noticed he wasn’t leading a goat off the trailer.
I was stunned and confused. My mouth dropped open, speechless; I couldn’t utter … not one word. In shock I stood staring, slowly I looked up at my dad and then a quick glance at mom. They were gleaming. I went forward a few steps and stopped. Then they asked me if I would like to keep her for my very own!
The most beautiful Shetland pony I had ever seen. She was mine to keep. All mine! This ... The greatest birthday ever!
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