I'm sure this plastic rocking horse didn't cost much, even when it was new. By the time I found it at a garage sale in town, I believe the price was fifty cents. I was a brand new grandma, and I was babysitting my first grandson, Arick, while his mom finished her senior year. Any time I found a garage sale with baby toys, I selected some for him.
Arick went to Germany with his parents, and by the time he returned, he had a baby sister, and was two years old. He played with the rocking horse quite a bit, as I remember. Arick and Amber left for Texas with their parents, and Amber wasn't around much as a toddler. I don't recall if she rode the horse or not. But my daughter's little boy, Brett, really enjoyed it.
Later on, I babysat Kody. He spent lots of happy times on the horse, although he had a habit of rocking too enthusiastically and getting bucked off.
Then came Monica and Natalie. They're seven and nine now, and much too big for the rocking horse. But that doesn't stop them from dragging it downstairs almost every time they visit, and climbing aboard.
It's funny, how the some cheap, trivial thing you bring into your life somehow can become an indelible part of your memories.
I believe I just might take the rocking horse into the nursing home when I go.