susanne
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My earliest memories are of either wanting to have a horse or wanting to BE a horse!
I used to stand in my bedroom and think that if I wished hard enough, I would open my eyes and a horse would be there. We had an old oil drum that I would "ride" and imagine to be a wild horse that only I could ride. I scavenged old Western Horseman magazines and read every single book on horses in both the kids' and the adults' section of the Milwaukie Ledding Library. Every night as I fell asleep, I fantasized about riding...it was so real I could feel it.
We had the room, but my dad was self-employed...then he died when I was nine, so a horse was not to be. Instead, I had to make friends with kids lucky enough to have horses...I'd do all of their barn chores for them just to breath in that horsey essence...
After so many long years, I now have my wish...I look out my window and see not one, but THREE beautiful horses...it was definitely worth the wait!
I used to stand in my bedroom and think that if I wished hard enough, I would open my eyes and a horse would be there. We had an old oil drum that I would "ride" and imagine to be a wild horse that only I could ride. I scavenged old Western Horseman magazines and read every single book on horses in both the kids' and the adults' section of the Milwaukie Ledding Library. Every night as I fell asleep, I fantasized about riding...it was so real I could feel it.
We had the room, but my dad was self-employed...then he died when I was nine, so a horse was not to be. Instead, I had to make friends with kids lucky enough to have horses...I'd do all of their barn chores for them just to breath in that horsey essence...
After so many long years, I now have my wish...I look out my window and see not one, but THREE beautiful horses...it was definitely worth the wait!