Riding a Pony

My mother's next-door neighbors have a little girl (Demi) about Abigail's age, and they kindly invited Abigail to the birthday party, which included ponies! Abigail mounted fine but soon decided she didn't like the idea. Back in Hawaii, Abigail happily rode a horse about twice the size of this one, so I didn't understand this reversal. I suppose the nature of childhood fears are sporadic.



Another neighbor-girl, Jackie: