I have a memory in my head that was put there through story I imagine. I had heard my parents tell the story so many times that I made a memory about it. I now cannot know for sure if I remember any part of the event or simply remember it as I was told.
We 'adopted' my very first pony from a farmer in the area. The story goes that we were driving by and stopped to look at it as it was in the ditch eating grass. I fell in love with the pony as any small girl would do. I asked my dad to buy it for me and then held my breath for good buying measures. We took the pony home for $100.00.
I called her Beauty. I don't know if she came with that name or I named her.
I think I must have been around the age of 3 when this happened based on the story, but I cannot recall for sure.
I could ask my parents, but I feel that the story has become more real that the reality and the actual details are long gone, replaced by the version we share now.
I have that $100.00 cheque in an old photo album, packed away in the crawl space. It would have the date we bought it giving me an age, a season, etc. I am not even sure if the cheque was cashed or given back, but I could tell from the back of it. I would put some of the story to rest with a simple look through a box, but then what would that story be? Would I want to hear it again if I knew the truth was different and would I want to correct others? I like the story and am happy with the version I know - truth or fiction.
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