"Wherever men have lived there is a story to be told." Henry David Thoreau
Friday, June 28, 2013
At an Early Age
This has nothing to do with writing, but it's one of my favorite photos when I was about five years old. My dad had just bought us kids this pony and we were all pretty excited about it. The thing I remember the most about this horse was the day my older sister and I were riding double, bareback, through the field. I was the youngest so I had to ride in the back. The horse started to go faster than we wanted him to and before my sister could get him under control we both started to slide off. I remember it being in slow motion. I had my arms wrapped around my sister's waist and we started sliding inch by inch trying to hold on, until gravity took over and we landed in a heap in the hay field. We weren't hurt, just our pride.