A Dime, A Lake, and a Rocking Horse

Why These Simple Childhood Traditions Matter

There was this little camp by the lake that Michael loved.

Tucked into the trees.
Dusty wooden docks.
That fresh mountain air.

And inside one of the old buildings, there was a vintage mechanical rocking horse.

The kind where you drop in a dime…
It hums to life…
And gently rocks back and forth.

Every single time, he would light up.

We’d hand him a dime.
He’d climb on.
And for those few minutes, nothing else in the world existed.

The Rocking Horse We Found in a Barn

Why This Timeless Tradition Still Matters

(Even in a Modern World)

When Michael was just born, we had a cabin tucked into

the wilderness near Mount Shasta.

One afternoon, wandering through a dusty vintage barn store,

we found it —
a traditional wooden rocking horse.

Worn smooth in all the right places.
Solid. Classic. Quiet.

It felt like it had already carried stories.

We brought it home.

And he loved it.

 There is something grounding about a traditional rocking horse.

No lights.
No buttons.
No batteries.

Just rhythm.

The gentle back-and-forth motion strengthens:

  • Core muscles

  • Balance

  • Body awareness

But more than that — it invites imagination.

Michael wasn’t just rocking.
He was riding.
Exploring.
Becoming brave.

The modern minimalist Scandinavian-style wooden rocking horses

Rocking Animals Have Evolved

Today, there are so many modern versions.

You’ll find:

  • Plush rocking horses with sounds

  • Rocking unicorns

  • Giraffes

  • Bunnies

  • Foxes

And here’s the beautiful truth:

Kids love them all.

Because it’s not about the animal.
It’s about the movement.

That soothing motion regulates
little nervous systems.
It builds balance.
It creates a feeling of independence.

Why the Tradition Still Matters

In a world of overstimulating toys, rocking animals remain simple.

They don’t entertain your child.
They empower your child.

A rocking toy says:
“You move me.”
“You control this.”
“You are strong.”

That’s powerful for a toddler.

When I think back to that barn near Mt. Shasta… the cabin in the trees… bringing that rocking horse home for our newborn baby…

It wasn’t about the object.

It was about the beginning.

The beginning of traditions.
The beginning of movement.
The beginning of watching your child discover their strength.

Whether vintage, modern, horse, unicorn, or dinosaur —

The magic is in the rocking.

~The Soul Tribe