*laughs* Ahhh, to have had that much freedom. *smirks* I do remember that one year, my 9th B-day, I got a pony. I real one. This was NOT a good thing. We were in the suburbs, but that meant our entire back yard was about 30' deep and 40 to 45' wide. (I dun know the metric equivilant but I can estimate about ten meters deep by about 15 meters wide.)
That was not enough room for a pony. Especially when part of that was cement patio, two full-size trees and a fenced in garden. *laughs, shaking her head* That poor pony ran a track between those two trees... she, Patches was her name, went completely psycho, I'm sure.
Wow, good memory there.
I'll Keep Tryin - Ugly Kid Joe