For every kid, young or old, who ever wished for a horse.
Muddling Through My Middle Age
When I was a child, I wanted a horse more than anything in the world. Unfortunately, I spent the first eleven years of my life living in a city with no horse stables in sight, so I knew that the chances of getting a horse of my own were slim. I learned to make do with the china horses I purchased from the local variety store each time I saved enough of my weekly allowance. Eventually, I collected a whole herd of little horses that were proudly displayed on a bookshelf in my bedroom. Sometimes I made the mistake of trying to play with them, but they were so fragile that the play sessions usually resulted in a “thinning of the herd.”
We moved to rural Kansas when I turned eleven, and I was thrilled to finally get my first real horse. Gypsy was beautiful, but she wasn’t particularly nice…
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This was an awesome piece, Greg. Thanks for reblogging it.
Thanks again for the reblog, Greg! It is incredibly nice of you to share other posts on your blog!