This rocking horse was my kids’ favorite toy, until it was so used up it was beyong repair. Bought when we lived in Moscow but brought back to Poland in my Jeep, it was with us for about 4 years and served both Tanya and Sophie (George didn’t fancy it it so much) and now what remains is the memory – in the form of this clip.
In the beginning it used to neigh when you stroked the mane, but as you can imagine that was about the first thing that went the journey.
Most of the children born in Europe and America today will never have the luxury of a cuddly horse to rock around on, as the Health and Safety Officials of these nanny states will rule against them on grounds that a child could fall off them backwards. Even on this film some wise guy made the comment that he thought my daughter was swinging too far back. In the near future they will probably want to take into care homes and foster homes kids whose parents wantonly gave them a rocking horse like this to play on. Never caused any tears in my household, that’s all I can say to that. The scratches it made on our Afzelia wood floor whenever it made its inexorable way, nudge by nudge, off the rug are still visible, but I’m not bothered about that.