I was practically born on a horse. I always had a horse. I never knew what it was like to yearn for a pony as a child. I was a lucky kid.
And my older brothers would take me along as well.
Then I got old enough to ride without being propped up! Oh, and my choice of clothes has remained pretty much the same. Baseball cap, jersey and blue jeans!
I never remember a time growing up that I didn't have a horse in my life. Not until I left home and went to college, was I horseless. It took me fourteen years to get a horse back in my life. I never realized how much work they are. I was spoiled to have my dad available for everything. I should have paid more attention growing up. But hind's sight's 20/20 right? Now I just call my dad constantly when I have an issue. Poor man!
I was blessed to grow up a country kid. I was told to go outside and play. I jumped off hay stacks and swam in water troughs. I saddled up a horse and rode around the place just because I could. I climbed trees and swung on my makeshift tree swing. I roller skated on the old cement slab to John Anderson's song "Just a Swingin'." Life was good!