What does my little pony mean to you?

They mean part of my childhood. It was not defined by only one thing. I got my first pony when I was 1 year old. And I played with MLPs a lot during my childhood.
 
childhood nostalgia and awesome colors and long hours spent making up adventures with my ponies, bringing them over to friends houses to play. good times, simple times. :D they're the only girly toy I ever really liked. I'm not nor was I ever a doll fan.
 
This might sound really stupid, but to me it is almost like magic. It's a time capsule that brings me back to being a child. It brings me back to when I was playing with them in the garden, drawing them, having a pony in bed. I brought a pony with me everywhere I went, and they all came out with me at some point - I was very fair :p

When I started buying ponies again I did it 'cause I wanted to buy those ponies I wished for when I was younger, but never got. So it's all nostalgia. It makes me happy waiting for a pony in the mail. It makes me happy looking for ponies, finding a pony I've wanted for a while, seeing new ponies I really want. It's just a constant flow of happiness. They're so cute and they just make me feel like a kid. Washing them and getting them all nice and ready to join my collection when I get them in the mail, kinda like a welcome, knowing sometime I might have a pony room for them where I can go in and just relax and enjoy my collection.

It is really just something I adore. To me it's a great hobby where I can buy ponies when I want and can afford, and the rest of the time I can just open a box of ponies and look through them :) I don't know, it's just like magic :satisfied:
 
I was internally nodding at most of the posts, so there's not much I can add here but my own personal touch, I suppose.

I have Asperger's Syndrome, and while I can hide it pretty well these days it made my childhood extremely difficult. Socializing with other children was no easy task, and I usually played by myself. Between an expanding ensemble of MLPs and horse plushies, I found some peace, happiness, and contentment. Since MLP was all the rage among girls at the time, I also connected to some of my peers that way. I was always in awe of other collections -- even if smaller than my own, if there was even one pony there I didn't own, it conferred a decidedly mystical aura to the lot.

I stubbornly refused to grow out of MLP even as other girls did. When I became old enough to handle money, I would use it to, naturally, buy all the ponies I could. Between haunting store clearance racks, garage sales, and our local flea market, my herd swelled immensely, but there were just so many MLPs I could never "catch 'em all".

With the advent of adolescence, "childish things" went away so I could begin to suffer the horrific transition into adulthood. My ponies had been so good to me that there was no way I could just cast them aside, so into the attic they went, where they would never be forgotten. With my little nephews living in New Jersey again, I've indeed taken opportunity (an expressed interest in "unicorns") to introduce them to the ponies. Both of the twins have been playing with them, in their way, but one especially seems like a pony fan in the making: wanting to know all their names, exploring MLP family dynamics ("This one is a DADDY!"), intently watching me clean and (attempt to) fix hair, etc. His enthusiasm makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!
 
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Oh wow this thread again~ :tongue:

I've responded, but now I wonder if my definition changes over time~

What do ponies mean to me now... hmmm... I'm not really sure.

They've just been around my entire life pretty much~ as a toddler, my entire childhood, revisited them as a teenager~

...obsessive compulsive hobby? *shrugs* my mom says that my pony customizing is a obsessive compulsive behavior~ I was like "well then!"
 
They remind me of my childhood and in particular my grandmas. They lived out of province and were both in town for my 7th Birthday (the year they were first released). I was in some store and was told I could pick out a toy by my grandma. I couldn't decide between Snuzzle and Cotton Candy. I was torn but ended up going with Cotton Candy. I cried the whole way home because I felt bad for Snuzzle because I had chosen Cotton Candy over her and left her all alone at the store. Later that day my other grandma surprised me with Snuzzle!! And that's why those two are my grail ponies and I need them!

I then got really sick and spent large stretches of time in the hospital. Every time I had to go in for a stay my parents would buy me a new pony to keep me company so most of the rest of the G1's have a very strong comforting memory for me if that makes sense.

I've enjoyed reading everyone else's stories and histories with their ponies!
 
How wonderful to read all of your replies :)
Makes me miss coming here more often!

Ah.. "My Little Pony, My Little Pony.. I'll be there.. right by your side"
Anyone remember that Opening Song? <3
I think that pretty much sums it up.
And what MLPmommy, Crumpet, Dragonkiss and Angel said.

Like each and everyone of you.. I have tremendous everyday pressure
on my shoulders at any given moment.. lol Because I am an Adult now.
No more excuses. Run that race. Pay that bill. Stock up on groceries.
Take Mom to the pharmacy, get the dog to the vet.
Oh and don't forget.. Learn how to mend a brokenheart,
wounds from a venomous lover.
These are all things I cannot easily escape.
Substance abuse is out of the question - who wants to travel that dark path?
We all want to be good people, well most of us anyway.
The ponies make me feel.. Good.
A humble natural clean kind of Good.

And oh Daddy.. I remember him taking me to stores as early as my toddler years,
letting me pick out any pony I wanted.
The sweetness of that time in my life is something I have put away
deep inside.. I guard it. Like a precious jewel so rare you can't
help but want to look at it.. but wow.. it can really hurt to look back.
I can *still* smell what a Brand New Pony smells like!
Even if they weren't scented.. they always have this beautiful smell :rose:
I can Feel the cardboard and plastic tearing open.
Hear Mom or Dad say "That's a pretty pony, Amy!"
*tears*
((Thank you Mommy Daddy.. I love you both so incredibly much.))

Lol - wiping a few tearsaway.. sorry!~

Oh yes.. my collecting is based 90% on childhood memories,
remembering how it felt to be that little girl~

Being able to tap back into that feeling whenever a new pony
is waiting in the mailbox is indescribable <3

And personally.. I think its one of the coolest hobbies you could be into!
I mean, come on.. at least we aren't emotionally attached to Thimbles!
Collecting them by the dozens!~ lol

>>my most sincere apologies to anyone collecting thimbles<<
:winkpony:
 
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And personally.. I think its one of the coolest hobbies you could be into!
I mean, come on.. at least we aren't emotionally attached to Thimbles!
Collecting them by the dozens!~ lol

>>my most sincere apologies to anyone collecting thimbles<<
:winkpony:
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That's a defense we should put on a business card. :LOL:

They say we never really grow up. I think that is true. The only thing that changes us as we "grow up" is hardships, more commonly referred to as "experience." My Little Pony helps me take off the years of hardships, experiences, worries, responsibilities, etc and return to the person I was… the person I really am. In a perfect world, we could stay as those children. Magic and wonder are real and inviting. Love, friendship, and kindness are always swirling. Nothing but pretty colors, happy moments, and glee.

The world might be crashing down around me, but give me a pony and its like a frozen bubble in time, Little Me and My Little Pony. They say you are only as old as you feel. I think we've found the fountain of youth.
 
These are so heart warming to read. My feelings about Ponies are far too complex to ever really rationally state in writing, but many of you have certainly touched upon some of it. I would really love to hug the lot of you right now!

And thinking of poor baby Spooky Trees, alone and maybe scared in a big ol' hospital, with her Ponies for companionship just brought a tear to my eyes. In life sometimes we're still that frightened kid, soothed by a faithful toy, and to me My Little Pony is that toy to this day. They bring me a little comfort in a harsh world.
 
This might sound really stupid, but to me it is almost like magic. It's a time capsule that brings me back to being a child. It brings me back to when I was playing with them in the garden, drawing them, having a pony in bed. I brought a pony with me everywhere I went, and they all came out with me at some point - I was very fair :p
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That's not stupid, it's why we keep things. because they remind us of something good in our lives, it's why we even pass things down and make it a family heirloom. it doesn't matter if that something is a childhood pony or some piece of jewelry that you got from your great great, great, great, grandma! they are a time capsule, they hold memories and love, they are a connection to what's come before. :)
 
Hum, I'm not sure.

I enjoyed the show/movies growing up.

Had a Remco "fakie" that I still keep to this day.

I recently, this year, 2014 being the year of the horse honestly has gotten to me!
Started collecting G1's in May after receiving $100 total birthday money.

Otherwise, I wanted the Australian Minty for about a decade.
I obtained her last year! Unfortunately stuffed...so she's floppy right now.
Not flat, I paid Build-aBear to stuff her!
The leg tubes and whatever else inside were removed to ship her, so the head droops.
I still love her! :heart:

She's the 2007 version, not 2003, but I own her finally! :heart:

I don't know what it is exactly... I miss my twin, who was my playmate.
We're both married, grown, and in two different parts of Texas now.

I just like them, they make me smile.
Been going with my husband and friends to conventions...outnumbered by males.. but enjoy seeing the art, panels and meeting voice actors.

It's just a wonderful things to find something that others share an interest in, relate to, and enjoy together.
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