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Dolls just weren't appealing to me as a child. I grew up in a retirement community along a river, making friends with wild ducks and any stray animal in the neighborhood. Ballet, gymnastics, Girl Scouts, horseback riding lessons- it was all activity for me until one night when I got hit with child's arthritis. I was paralyzed for two weeks at age 7. This coincided with the die-casting plant my father worked at having problems and shutting down (because of murders in the owning family- which were found out later). Because dad was out of work, our family had no health insurance. Two weeks of hospital nearly bankrupted our family. It took years for recovery- financially for the family and physically for me. Mom became a scout leader to make activities that I could participate in without need for money. But- the gymnastics, horse lessons and ballet I loved were all beyond reach. Breyer horses cost a fortune, and breakable- no way could we afford them. Then a couple years into all this, along came these colorful, smiling little horses, and they were only a few dollars. Depressed from the illness and being isolated at school because I couldn't see properly (we'd not know this for another 3 years), I was isolated and the other kids stopped playing with me. Schoolwork suffered and the ponies became rewards and incentives for doing well on homework. That was how my collection started. When the cartoons came on later, it became the resounding 'gotta get them all' that *almost* holds true even now.