The first I recall, if it is indeed my memory, is when I saw the pink pony coming through what did look like a mirror.
Only you know better then to believe in these stories? She had picked me up, and placed me on her back, how else?
I know I had been told, there is no such things as pink ponies? Aparently, they had all been wrong, since here she was. The pink poni. She had told me, her name is Pinkie Pie, and that all was to be for the better. All she asked of me, that day, is that I smile? Why?
Then, as she came out of the other side, of what was a mirror, to any other, including the other ponies in the village, where she lives. Where we live, as it turned out. It is named Ponyville. It's my home.
Apparently, she is working as an apprentice, for Mister and Missis Cake., at what was known as 'the Sugar Cube Corner', which may be a fitting name? They sell pastries there, they did back then, they still do, as they will keep doing.
First now, I can see what changed, what happened that day. I'm looking up at her, Pinkie. She throws parties. That's her lot in life, apparently.
What I also noticed, she had a pictogram on her flanks, it's apparently called a Cutie Mark. Hers being three balloons, yellow and blue? She had explained it, they represent who she is, her special talent.
Every other now and then, I see her pulling one of these balloons from off of her rear, only to blow it up, tieing it together, and leave it for decoration? It's a great trick, for all I care, but I can't for my life see how she does it.
When I saw her balloon trick, I thought I had seen the strangest of her activities, but then she pulled out the party cannon, just to decorate for a party, as she explained it.
Ofcause, my mind was blown, but the room did look festive.