Quiet Dreamer
It started off as one thing. Then it took root. It grew and blossomed and spread into something else. First, I just wanted a horse of my own. I was a little kid. The typical little girl who always asked for a pony for Christmas. I never got one. My parents never faltered on taking me to lessons though. I remember when my "dream horse" went up for sale at our barn. I cried and cried when my parents didn't buy her for me. In the long run, they did me a favor. But it was hard for me to see it that way as a teenager. As an adult, with a job and my own money, I though I could finally pull it off. Buy my own horse. I didn't want to rush into it. I wanted the perfect horse and to find a good facility to keep it at. I researched and planned, budgeted and saved. Researched boarding facilities and discussed with my parents until I was blue in the face. I even found some really nice horses for sale in the area. But in the end, I didn't buy the horse. I went back ...