family story

My father use to tell me stories about him growing up in Queens and spending the summers in Staten Island. It was like the country in those days. One story he would tell me was how his father use to buy his little sister and brother their own ponies for the summer. They would ride and take care of them all day. They would even ride them to the deli and tie them up to the fire hydrantes. I use to look at old picture of them with their ponies. I told my dad it must have been fun growing up like that. When I was about 6 years old, my parents were building us a new house. We moved into my dad's old summer house while they were working on it. While I was there, my dad bought me and my brother our own pony. We spent the summer just like my aunt and uncle did. At the end of the summer we donated the pony to a stable that gave lessons to disabled kids.