Post by Lancer on Feb 3, 2007 1:56:59 GMT
OK, so maybe this should have been posted in Wants, but I'm so desperate for as many people to see this as possible, so I hope the mods will let it stay here. *Crosses hooves* I shall add to this story in the next few days if I can track down the missing details.
This should have been posted a long time ago, because as each day passes, the ponies are more likely to have been sold/customised/thrown away. But it breaks my heart to think of my babies, and so I've avoided the subject all this time.
But I can't leave it any longer. I owe it to the poor little things to ask just in case anyone knows the whereabouts of them.
In the past, I've always shown sympathy for those who've lost their childhood ponies, and claimed that I fortunately never lost mine...but this isn't really true. Although my "childhood ponies" are still around, my "pre-childhood ponies" are not.
*Sighs* It's kind of hard to explain, but the tale goes something along the lines of this...
Back when I was a baby/toddler, Mum used to have a table at jumble sales in West London in aid of animal charities. People donated stuff to us to sell and we donated the cash. One day, right back in 1993, a woman rang us to say she had some bric-a-brac. Posey's Elderly Owner collected it, and as she sorted through it on the living room floor, she came across...not one, not two...but a whole carrier bag full of MLP's!!! She lined them up on the floor, and asked me (aged around two - my birthday's in May, but I don't know what month this was) if I wanted them. She offered to donate the money to the animals herself, so no problems there. The truth was she liked them herself (my older sister had four ponies back in the 80's which were still in the bedroom cupboards - my sister didn't really care for them, but PEO did, so they got kept!) and wanted me to say "Yes".
I desperately wanted those pastel-coloured ponies but, being a shy child, I said "No", and that she could sell them at the summer fair that weekend. How I lived to regret it!
That weekend, at the summer fair (it was a one-off fair somewhere in Ealing, but I can't remember the name of it - hopefully someone will remember this anyway!!! PLEASE, SOMEONE! *Coughs* Sorry.), Mum, Dad, Maybe my sister Emma (who would have been about 17 at the time), and I (as a little two year old) placed a blue waterproof cover down on the grass and set out our stuff to sell...including a pile of My Little Ponies.
A man was at the fair with his real living ponies giving pony rides. He had a pony called Peanut whom I rode that day. He also had his teenage daughter with him, who stepped over to our stall...um, blue sheet, and promptly bought a couple of the ponies. I could have cried at the time, but knew that I'd been offered the ponies already, and turned them down, so I remained silent. No more of the ponies sold, until much later when the teenage girl returned. She bought all of the ponies, and told us that they were for her "little cousin".
I left the fair feeling very sad, and suring the following couple of months, my sister saw me gazing at the ponies on sale in The Entertainer and bought me Little Rattles... I also snatched up an ink-covered Butterscotch when she showed up in the jumble a couple of months later. And that's how the Rescue Home came to be really - all over the ponies that got away! I've never forgotten those ponies, and that's kind of why I never sell a single pony. In my own silly mind, all of the ponies may now be in the house, considering we still live in the same area... Unlikely, but still.
Anyways, this is where you come in. Could you have known anything of these events?
Please, someone. Here's a shorter draft of what I remember.
* Summer fair in Ealing, West London in 1993
* Sold to a teenage girl who's father owned the "Pony ride ponies" including one named Peanut
* Teenage girl was buying them for her little cousin (Probably a child in 1993 then)
* Bought from man in mid-40's (wearing glasses), woman in her mid-30s, maybe 17-year-old girl (who would have had a cardigan tied around her waist - that was the fashion to her at the time!) and 2-year-old girl (ME!!!) with their goods on a waterproof blue cover
* There were both adult and baby ponies (all G1 with maybe a couple of fakies).
* PEO certainly remembers one with a "stripy symbol" (Princess B'n'G or Summer Heatwave, as Mum seems to remember "fish")
* There were a couple that my sister had (Peachy, Blossom, Windy or Sunlight then)
* And I recall a yellow pegasus (the one I was absolutely in love with) with unusual hair. I'm thinking it was Sky Dancer...
Even if you have bad news ("I was the owner of those ponies/the girl who bought them, but my cousin/I outgrew them and sold them/chucked them out" or "I owned them, but they were very bad condition by the time I started collecting seriously so I customised them") I WANT TO KNOW!!! And, if you have them, and don't want to part with them, that's fine too - I'd just be so pleased to know that they're in a loving home
.
Ah well, it was worth a shot anyways...
This should have been posted a long time ago, because as each day passes, the ponies are more likely to have been sold/customised/thrown away. But it breaks my heart to think of my babies, and so I've avoided the subject all this time.
But I can't leave it any longer. I owe it to the poor little things to ask just in case anyone knows the whereabouts of them.In the past, I've always shown sympathy for those who've lost their childhood ponies, and claimed that I fortunately never lost mine...but this isn't really true. Although my "childhood ponies" are still around, my "pre-childhood ponies" are not.
*Sighs* It's kind of hard to explain, but the tale goes something along the lines of this...
Back when I was a baby/toddler, Mum used to have a table at jumble sales in West London in aid of animal charities. People donated stuff to us to sell and we donated the cash. One day, right back in 1993, a woman rang us to say she had some bric-a-brac. Posey's Elderly Owner collected it, and as she sorted through it on the living room floor, she came across...not one, not two...but a whole carrier bag full of MLP's!!! She lined them up on the floor, and asked me (aged around two - my birthday's in May, but I don't know what month this was) if I wanted them. She offered to donate the money to the animals herself, so no problems there. The truth was she liked them herself (my older sister had four ponies back in the 80's which were still in the bedroom cupboards - my sister didn't really care for them, but PEO did, so they got kept!) and wanted me to say "Yes".
I desperately wanted those pastel-coloured ponies but, being a shy child, I said "No", and that she could sell them at the summer fair that weekend. How I lived to regret it!
That weekend, at the summer fair (it was a one-off fair somewhere in Ealing, but I can't remember the name of it - hopefully someone will remember this anyway!!! PLEASE, SOMEONE! *Coughs* Sorry.), Mum, Dad, Maybe my sister Emma (who would have been about 17 at the time), and I (as a little two year old) placed a blue waterproof cover down on the grass and set out our stuff to sell...including a pile of My Little Ponies.
A man was at the fair with his real living ponies giving pony rides. He had a pony called Peanut whom I rode that day. He also had his teenage daughter with him, who stepped over to our stall...um, blue sheet, and promptly bought a couple of the ponies. I could have cried at the time, but knew that I'd been offered the ponies already, and turned them down, so I remained silent.
No more of the ponies sold, until much later when the teenage girl returned. She bought all of the ponies, and told us that they were for her "little cousin". I left the fair feeling very sad, and suring the following couple of months, my sister saw me gazing at the ponies on sale in The Entertainer and bought me Little Rattles... I also snatched up an ink-covered Butterscotch when she showed up in the jumble a couple of months later. And that's how the Rescue Home came to be really - all over the ponies that got away
! I've never forgotten those ponies, and that's kind of why I never sell a single pony. In my own silly mind, all of the ponies may now be in the house, considering we still live in the same area... Unlikely, but still.Anyways, this is where you come in. Could you have known anything of these events?
Please, someone. Here's a shorter draft of what I remember.
* Summer fair in Ealing, West London in 1993
* Sold to a teenage girl who's father owned the "Pony ride ponies" including one named Peanut
* Teenage girl was buying them for her little cousin (Probably a child in 1993 then)
* Bought from man in mid-40's (wearing glasses), woman in her mid-30s, maybe 17-year-old girl (who would have had a cardigan tied around her waist - that was the fashion to her at the time!) and 2-year-old girl (ME!!!) with their goods on a waterproof blue cover
* There were both adult and baby ponies (all G1 with maybe a couple of fakies).
* PEO certainly remembers one with a "stripy symbol" (Princess B'n'G or Summer Heatwave, as Mum seems to remember "fish")
* There were a couple that my sister had (Peachy, Blossom, Windy or Sunlight then)
* And I recall a yellow pegasus (the one I was absolutely in love with) with unusual hair. I'm thinking it was Sky Dancer...
Even if you have bad news ("I was the owner of those ponies/the girl who bought them, but my cousin/I outgrew them and sold them/chucked them out" or "I owned them, but they were very bad condition by the time I started collecting seriously so I customised them") I WANT TO KNOW!!! And, if you have them, and don't want to part with them, that's fine too - I'd just be so pleased to know that they're in a loving home
.Ah well, it was worth a shot anyways...
