And the sentence is: "Screw world peace I want a pony."
Screw world peace, I want a pony. I've always wanted a pony. When I was 8 my mother told my father she wanted a Great Dane so she could ride it home when she got tired of walking it. I've evolved past that now. I just want a pony. Don't get me wrong, I loved my great dane, and was actually small enough to ride her, even though I never did. Instead I'd strap wheels to my feet in the style of inline skates and snap a leash on her collar. She pulled me all over town! I loved that feeling of freedom.
Years later I got a convertible because I wanted to feel the wind in my hair, thanks to some horses and four wheels under me. Every car I had after that has been a convertible until the one I have now. How I long to feel the wind in my hair again. How I wish I could have a dog the size of a horse pulling me along, gripping to a canvas line for all I'm worth. What I'd give to be able to drop the top on a convertible again, tie a scarf over my head and disappear down a scenic drive. How I long for something new.
I don't want to save the world or be beautiful. I don't want fame and fortune. I don't want some Prince Charming with white knight syndrome try to swoop in and save me. I don't even want world peace. I simply want something far more attainable and realistic. A pony is cheaper than plastic surgery, and a lot safer than trying to establish world peace. Screw world peace. I want a pony.
