This post by Jennifer Flaten
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Living out in the country with the nearest friend over a half mile away I relied on my imagination quite a bit.
Since, I was a horse crazy kid and when I say horse crazy, I mean horse CRAZY. I spent a lot of time thinking about horses, playing horse or reading about horses.
I checked every ‘Caring for your Horse’ book the library had out and I had a collection of horse figurines–complete with miniature stable to house them–that would make any horse lover envious. One of my favorite books involved the story of a little girl who brings home a horse (much to her parents dismay), but they build it a little stable and she eventually wins a hunter/jumper competition with it. I so wanted to be that little girl.
My mother’s coworker actually had a horse, so he would give her his old American Quarter Horse magazines. She would arrive for a visit with a stack of magazines and I would proceed to spend hours, upon hours poring over the magazine.
All the horses were arranged in stately poses, and I would study their stats. I loved seeing their AQHA names, who wouldn’t want to own a horse named King Firefly’s Winter Obsession.
I spent more hours then I care to admit drawing horses. To this day, I can draw a damn fine horse (side view only)
One of my favorite things to do was to imagine my glorious stable full of beautiful horses. I think at one point I had over 100 horses in my stable, which was a stand of trees at the bottom of our driveway.
There was one particular tree was bent in the perfect position to be a stable door. I spent a huge amount of time in my “stables” tending to my horses and galloping around my yard exercising my horses. If I wasn’t doing that, I was managing my list of names and breeds. While I had 100, horses in my stable I only had about 25 actual horse names and breeds on my list (okay, so maybe my imagination wasn’t that vivid).
While I enjoyed playing imaginary horses, the thing I that sent me over the moon was visiting my friend Lisa. See, Lisa had a horse.
A gorgeous appaloosa named Nevada. I would go over to Lisa’s house to play, but if she wasn’t home I wouldn’t care, I would simply wander down to Nevada’s paddock and spend time gazing at all the magnificent horseflesh.
One day another horse took up residence in Nevada’s paddock. It was Nugget a young appaloosa colt that Lisa’s mom was going to break.
In an ironic twist, I never-ever rode either of those horses. Even though I was over the moon about horses, I never once asked to ride Nevada…nor did Lisa’s mom ever offer me an opportunity to ride the horses. I don’t think Lisa ever rode one of the horses.
Appaloosa’s remain one of my favorite horses, and if I am ever lucky enough to own a horse I am going to name him or her Nevada.