Just a bit Horse Crazy
I’ve mentioned often enough that I’m horse crazy, and I’ve been that way since birth. Honestly, I was born with it. How else do you explain the fascination I’ve had with them, as far back as I can remember? Well, the boychild and his lovely lady have been working on the house I grew up in, and they’ve been finding all sorts of interesting things from the recent past. I say recent past, as I’m unwilling to think of things that were mine as a child, now being called antiques. Anyway, the most recent find was one that certainly brought smiles and chuckles. She found a toy of mine from when I was very young, not toddler young, but young enough. She found a Viewmaster with several viewing discs. What were they of, one might ask? Well, they’re of horses, of course. Horses were all I thought of, all I ever asked for, all I wanted. If it had a horse on it, or in it, I wanted it. Thankfully for me, though my parents were city folk, and had nothing to do with horses, they humoured my requests for horse related items. Though I do remember asking for toy farm animals, especially horses, for Christmas one year, and being sorely disappointed when my older sister and I both received, Teary Deary dolls. A doll, for me? What a supreme disappointment. She had asked for the doll, I had made it very clear that, I wanted no such thing. Dolls were to cut the hair off, paint, use as jumps, they weren’t to play with. A doll, humph, what a waste.
I can say that after that Christmas, my parents relented and gave in to the realization that one of their daughters, would much rather play outside and dream of horses, than play with dolls. After that, there were no further doll fiascos. I asked for farm animals and horse books for Christmas and my birthdays, and that’s what I got. My father made me a beautiful farmyard to house them, and all was as it should be, except for the getting a real horse part. That I had to figure out for myself.
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