When I was just a little girl I fell in love with horses.  My father told me many times that he had me a horse ordered and it would be coming.  Being a child, you believe what your parents tell you.  I would be so excited waiting.  After what seemed an eternity I would ask my father, "When is my horse coming?"  He'd say, "Little girl.  Your horse ain't coming.  The truck it was coming on had a wreck and killed your horse."  I was devastated and heartbroken.  I had my hopes up and now I wouldn't be getting a horse.  I would ask him time and time again to order me another horse.  He would tell me the same story over and over again.  My heart was broken over and over again.  Finally, at some point I realized that my horse was never coming.  What a cruel joke for a father to play on a child.  I never understood why he did this.  Now he's not here for me to ask him.