The story behind this is in the title, "a little girl's dream." I lived in a big white house on a hill in Green Island, Jamaica, with my mum, dad and sister for my first 8 years. It was very quiet and very lonely. There were no neighbours, just me, my dolls and the gardener for the most part. Occasionally some bushmen would stumble upon the house while rounding up their goats that got loose. I played outside alot, mostly with my Barbies. I remember wanting a white horse so badly. I must have wished it out loud enough times for someone to take notice because one day one of the bushmen came up to me and he promised that the next time he came around there would be a white horse waiting for me at the bottom of the driveway. So everyday I would go out and wait to see if he'd be back with the white horse. He never came back, and eventually I stopped wanting a one. Some things are better left as dreams.