GimmeADream

I think I saw my first horse when I was seven or eight years old. A farmer down the road of the rural home my mum bought had two horses. Old Murk was a black draft horse, a Percheron maybe and Big Jim was a chestnut colored Standardbred race horse, who was very thin. My sister and I were allowed to ride them, I remember. When I was nine, mum bought us our very first horse, Mighty Anna! I was in heaven! Anna was not perfect and she treated a skinny, little nine-year-old atrociously. She regularly bit me but not viciously. She frequently kicked me but maybe I just got in the way of a flying hoof. What she did do habitually was roll on me after I got on her back to ride. Hey! I was a skinny little 9-year-old who didn't have the strength to hold her head up. Mighty Anna was pregnant and the next June a fuzzy little colt was born out in the pasture. Dancing Moonbeam we called him and he was soooo special. We kept him for a few months but when he was weaned, mum sold him to pay for the hay for Mighty Anna. We were mighty poor in those days. I guess we sold Mighty Anna when I was twelve. Truth is I don't remember much about the sale or her leaving. But in October we ended up in Toronto..., yuck! I hated it but six months later we were in Germany. It was years before I got back to horses.