I Never Had a Rocking-Horse

I never had a rocking-horse Having read books of rich boys having one, I wanted one too. I found the tail of a rocking horse, at home, I fastened the tail on the gate into the yard. I sat on the gate swinging through and thro and for a moment I was Hopalong Cassidy till the hinges broke and I fell off. There was no witness to my ignominy. I removed the tail, the gate had nothing to do with me. The owner of the property swore said it was the work of hooligans. Years later, mother found the tail behind the wardrobe by then I was nearly an adult and didn´t bother about childish things