When we were little, my brother and sister and I bought a pony over the phone when our parents were out of town. This needs a little bit of context. It makes us seem a little less crazy. Not a lot but a little less.There are so many things to unpack in this story.
It feels like one of those eighties movies where the kids grew up on their bikes and came home when it got dark kind of thing. It probably was. Or like a cartoon where the grown up people are just legs with voices that make noise. Our parents were away, and I have no memory of who was watching us. If someone was. I bet someone was, just not well.