Nancy Ellis wrote a delightful collection of autobiographical essays through Story Worth.com. Here’s a segment I love:
When I was a child, I was crazy for horses. I read Black Beauty and Flicka. I went to all the western movies. My favorite toy was a stick horse. I treated that stick horse like it was real. I rode it everywhere. I tied it up. I talked to it like it could understand every word I spoke. Once on a long family car trip, I pretended to be riding my horse all the way. I visualized myself on my horse, running alongside the car, making appropriate galloping noises for effect. It must have been very annoying for those in the car!
I can just see them smiling, Nancy!
Hey, everyone … did you have an imaginary horse when you were a little girl? I did. My horse was a rusty, old boy’s bike on a kickstand with a rope on the handlebars. Leave a comment and tell us about your childhood horse!
Those are adorable images of your horses, Nancy and Sheila. Thank you!
As very young children, my father used to take my sisters and me on nightly walks to see “our” horses. One was the iconic electric sign of a red Pegasus on top of the gas station. The other was a scraggly wooden horse also (barely) attached to the same roof. We’d all happily call out to our horses and come back the next night – until the hurricane hit…