I believe this is the first picture of me in assorted cowboy regalia I received for Christmas. I seemed to vascillate between wanting to be a cowboy, then the next year I'd want Indian stuff, then the next year I'd go back to cowboy. I think I ended on cowboy. I'm sitting on this half a stuffed horse, that--according to adults--kids were supposed to be suckered into believing was just as good as a real pony. I didn't fall for it, but the gun my parents gave me only shot plastic bullets plus it was better than just sitting on the floor.