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Horses
For today's post, here's something completely random...
I got into an online discussion with some other fans talking/reminiscing about how much we all love horses, or loved them when we were horse-crazy little girls reading horse books, drawing horses, and collecting toy horses. This was me when I was young! Every birthday and Christmas, my parents would get me a Breyer model horse, and I'd buy cheaper plastic horses with my allowance when I was able to. I drew horses on scratch paper, in notebooks, and even in the margins of my homework sometimes! I read all the Marguerite Henry and Walter Farley (The Black Stallion series) books, along with every other horse book that the local library had in stock, both fiction and non-fiction. I earnestly studied the non-fic books on how to care for horses so that I would be prepared, because when I grew up, of course I was going to move to the country and have a horse!
Now I'm an adult, and things did not quite work out that way. I live in the city, with no space or money for a horse. And to be honest, I don't really want to muck out stalls. But I still love horses and think they're beautiful. On one of those rare occasions when I happen to be driving out in the country and pass by a field with a horse, I'll still exclaim, "Look, there's a horse!" as if I were still a horse-crazy little girl. And I still love Mercedes Lackey's Heralds of Valdemar series, even the Mags books that everyone seems to hate. Because really, who wouldn't want a beautiful, magical, white talking horse? ;-)
I got into an online discussion with some other fans talking/reminiscing about how much we all love horses, or loved them when we were horse-crazy little girls reading horse books, drawing horses, and collecting toy horses. This was me when I was young! Every birthday and Christmas, my parents would get me a Breyer model horse, and I'd buy cheaper plastic horses with my allowance when I was able to. I drew horses on scratch paper, in notebooks, and even in the margins of my homework sometimes! I read all the Marguerite Henry and Walter Farley (The Black Stallion series) books, along with every other horse book that the local library had in stock, both fiction and non-fiction. I earnestly studied the non-fic books on how to care for horses so that I would be prepared, because when I grew up, of course I was going to move to the country and have a horse!
Now I'm an adult, and things did not quite work out that way. I live in the city, with no space or money for a horse. And to be honest, I don't really want to muck out stalls. But I still love horses and think they're beautiful. On one of those rare occasions when I happen to be driving out in the country and pass by a field with a horse, I'll still exclaim, "Look, there's a horse!" as if I were still a horse-crazy little girl. And I still love Mercedes Lackey's Heralds of Valdemar series, even the Mags books that everyone seems to hate. Because really, who wouldn't want a beautiful, magical, white talking horse? ;-)