When I was 5 (or 6 or 7...?) I had a super bossy friend who was always the best character in whatever we played, like
April O’Neal or Belle and then I’d have to be Shredder or the animated
clock. She had a bunch of plastic horses, like ya do, but there was one
Ultimate Pony that was pearlescent lavender with mega-hair and she
always got to be that one. One day I chose it first, so she challenged
me, and I grabbed it and took off running. Unfortunately I tripped on
the edge of the carpet and fell face-first on the hardwood floor. My
nose basically exploded in blood and I had to go to the hospital (never
having played as the Ultimate Pony). My nose is a bit crooked now and
I’m not sure how much is genetic and how much is battle scar.
The top bit is imaginary, but the nose close-ups I sketched from a mirror. Except the full profile, for which I used a camera phone. That's a pretty accurate depiction of the Ultimate pony, as I still remember her clearly, decades later.
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