I remember a book from my childhood called Summer Pony by Jean Slaughter Doty. I read it during the summer before going into 4th grade. I remember the book’s cover had a girl my age sitting on a paint pony, and the story was about her acquiring the pony for the summer and their adventures together. Her family cleaned out their garage and made it his stall. The girl and the pony had a wonderful summer together, and I thought it should be me! My family lived in the country and had the land for a pony, but I never did get one. But my next-door neighbor had a pony named Annie, and I lived vicariously through her instead.