Well, it was a dream...I wanted to study ancient horses, paleontology was the word...the study of fossil remains...I didn't care what it was called, I just wanted to wrap myself around the world of Equidae in any form.
Plastering my walls and desk with pictures and stories about horses..I was addicted...a dapple grey Arabian mare, was the horse of my dreamland. A regal,stately mount, who once held kings and sultans on their quests...one of the most beautiful visions I ever beheld, the sight of one of these steads running full ahead into the winds was magic to be sure.
Well, as a young girl, I saved every cent I earned cleaning my Brothers room(argh)and helping around the house...50 cents didn't go a long way, but, back in the day, it was a fortune and my parents said if I saved enough, I could buy a pony...well...much to their surprise, I DID...so we drove to a farm that had ponies, as promised, but...NOBODY HOME...dreams squelched, Mom said, well I know somebody that has puppies for sale...my dreams were dashed, much to their relief and my little poodle puppy 'Bridgette', was my new BFF.
The dream has long since passed...at least until old age sets in, when I can sit in my rockin' chair on the front porch and dream of a time that once might have been...
