I grew up with G3 - thus hoof magnets. My ponies would go on vertical mountain-climbing expeditions up the fridge
I remember freaking out when one of them (Scootaloo, I think) fell down the side and my mum had to fish her out with a broom.
I'd also obsessively organise my entire collection on this round felted rug we had in the living room. It had a geometric pattern so I'd place a pony of corresponding size in each shape and so forth... I believed that when I managed to complete the whole pony circle/pentagram I would bring them to life, I think? I remember being annoyed that I didn't have enough baby ponies and breezies though
Finally, I did also carry them by the tails when I wanted to shift a whole bunch at once - but then poor Blossomforth's hair started falling out and I stopped (she remains bald to this day)