Here's a photo of me in full-on spoiled brat mode. My parents had arranged for me to ride around the ring at a rodeo on my pony, Twilight. Clearly, the Rodeo Queen did not appreciate sharing her photo op with her little sister.
Twilight was my second pony - the first was a tiny, red Shetland named Twirlsy (can you tell I named her myself?). Twirlsy once bucked me off in our pasture and then stepped on me as she walked away, but she was so small that it didn't really hurt.
I think the event in the photo marked the beginning and end of my rodeo career. I'm still comfortable riding a horse, but I was never expert at it. After I outgrew Twilight, my parents gave me the option of getting a horse or getting to go on a school trip to Washington D.C. I chose the trip.
It was probably the right choice. I'll never pass up a chance to go horseback riding, but I doubt I'd ever put in the effort to own and care for my own horse again.
By the way, the photo above is also part of the Vintage Kids as Cowpokes pool on Flickr. I ran across the group a few months back via a link on another blog and I'd been meaning to find this photo and add it ever since. Click and see other wee cowboys and cowgirls over the past century or so.