After the movies today on my sister's birthday, we went out to Olive Garden for dinner. Towards the end of our meal, my dad brought up a picture of me at about 4-5 years old sitting on a small white rocking horse in a photo shoot on his phone. My dad said "it's Jamar on a pony" at the table and my brother comes out saying "that's how it started," meaning that my love for ponies was when I was really young. My family laughed at that except me. I couldn't help but smile not because I was embarrassed in front of the whole restaurant, but because it was a clever comment.

(I really don't care what is said about me being a Brony in public, it's not gonna make me feel any different.)