I like today's prompt so decided to go with it...
As far back as I can remember, I've had a thing for horses. I remember reading Black Beauty and all the Black Stallion books over and over and over. If a book had a horse in it, I read it.
I finally managed to talk family into a pony after we moved to the country when I was 9. We had ponies for a couple years, we grew and they didn't so they were re-homed to smaller kids.
There were a few years when I didn't have a horse but I eventually got one. He wasn't really mine so got sold (long, sad, story) and it wasn't until I settled after basic training that I purchased my own horse. He was a character and I love him still even though with life issues involved in moving so often in the military, I gave him to a family who had a teenage daughter who needed a horse of her own.
Shortly after we married, my hubby reenlisted and used his bonus to buy me a 6-month-old Thoroughbred colt. His parents were actually real race horses on the Florida track. We we living in Florida at time and I intended to train and race him. But, the military had other plans and shipped us to Guam for 2 years and I couldn't afford to have him "professionally" trained so he grew up with some friends while I was gone.
But back to childhood dreams. My plan to was attend a famous "horse school" and learn everything about horses. How to ride fancy, and not so fancy...all the care stuff, and of course training. Things didn't work out and I ended up in the military. And honestly, I don't regret the military decision. I wouldn't be who I am today.
After retiring, more life happened and I just never got another. I've thought about it many times, but I look at the practical and know for me, right now, horses are just not in the big picture.
That said, one day, when I have a granddaughter...if she wants a horse...you can bet I'll be taking her horse shopping.
Oh, I also wanted to be a criminal psychologist but then Manson went all Helter Skelter and I realized I'd have to work with beings like him and changed my plans.
Sorry this is so long but...one thing that remained constant throughout my childhood was telling stories. I didn't realize it could be done by "regular" people. I thought writers were special, elite persons. But here I am, all these years later...writing and telling stories.
As far back as I can remember, I've had a thing for horses. I remember reading Black Beauty and all the Black Stallion books over and over and over. If a book had a horse in it, I read it.
I finally managed to talk family into a pony after we moved to the country when I was 9. We had ponies for a couple years, we grew and they didn't so they were re-homed to smaller kids.
There were a few years when I didn't have a horse but I eventually got one. He wasn't really mine so got sold (long, sad, story) and it wasn't until I settled after basic training that I purchased my own horse. He was a character and I love him still even though with life issues involved in moving so often in the military, I gave him to a family who had a teenage daughter who needed a horse of her own.
Shortly after we married, my hubby reenlisted and used his bonus to buy me a 6-month-old Thoroughbred colt. His parents were actually real race horses on the Florida track. We we living in Florida at time and I intended to train and race him. But, the military had other plans and shipped us to Guam for 2 years and I couldn't afford to have him "professionally" trained so he grew up with some friends while I was gone.
But back to childhood dreams. My plan to was attend a famous "horse school" and learn everything about horses. How to ride fancy, and not so fancy...all the care stuff, and of course training. Things didn't work out and I ended up in the military. And honestly, I don't regret the military decision. I wouldn't be who I am today.
After retiring, more life happened and I just never got another. I've thought about it many times, but I look at the practical and know for me, right now, horses are just not in the big picture.
That said, one day, when I have a granddaughter...if she wants a horse...you can bet I'll be taking her horse shopping.
Oh, I also wanted to be a criminal psychologist but then Manson went all Helter Skelter and I realized I'd have to work with beings like him and changed my plans.
Sorry this is so long but...one thing that remained constant throughout my childhood was telling stories. I didn't realize it could be done by "regular" people. I thought writers were special, elite persons. But here I am, all these years later...writing and telling stories.
