My First Horse

This is the story of yearning; a story of wanting...

or perhaps greed? 

Imagine a pre-adolescent girl - that would be me!
A long, long, long time ago!

Long before the modern 

conveniences of home? 

well, maybe not that long ago!

Like many almost 12 year-old girls
I wanted a horse.
I played with model horses.
I pretended I was a horse.

You cantered and jumped?

Did you whinny & neigh?

I put a horse on the top of my
Christmas list every year.

And you day dreamed and 

doodled them, too?

Not once did I discover a pony tied to 

the car bumper in the driveway
on Christmas morning. 

But didn't you get a 

Thelwell book one year?

And a Breyer horse?
And a purse with a snaffle
bit on the front?

One summer I spent a few weeks
playing with my cousins on their
farm.

And you got to have a horse there?

They didn't have horses.

Although one time they had a 

wily pony named Rascal 

who could dump even the

'stickiest' rider in a heartbeat!

And you know this because....?

My uncle was a very handy guy.

He helped my wish come true.

He went out and bought

 a horse for you?

He went to his workshop.

He sawed and sanded.

He put in screws and bolts.

He fit on some casters..

He made a horse?

My uncle made 

a horse from a barrel.

My mother helped me

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Meet "Chona Girl"

my very own 'first' horse!