I have some people asking about an old blog post I wrote about five years ago about a horse I used to have. So I will recreate the post on my new blog here for all you horse lovers out there. You will see the watermarks of my old blog on the pictures, in case you wonder what the words mean. 🙂 Here it is..
Sunday, February 2, 2014
The Last Ride
Ok, I’ll warn you before you continue reading this post that it is unlike any of my other posts. It has nothing to do with creating, decorating or makeovers.
It has everything to do with dreams and paint though!
So here goes..
You know how if you reflect back on something really good that happened in your life, how you can remember every little detail.. exactly where you were, how it felt and smelled and sounded…
Most of my growing up years from probably about age 8 to 15 I had a dream (the dream part of this blog post) that consisted of a black and white Paint horse. (that’s the paint part)
Now, I’d always wanted a horse ever since I can remember. I would throw a saddle on a hay bale and “ride” for hours. That’s how desperate I was. Finally, after years of putting notes on my parents’ pillows and begging daily for a horse they relented. Along came Flint…
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