When I was a little girl I loved horses. No, I mean I LOVED horses. I didn't play with dolls, I played with model horses. I drew them. I read about them. I wore horse-themed clothing. My room was filled with them. I dreamed of horses. I didn't want a husband when I grew up - I wanted a horse.
When I was 10 I tried to convince my father that he should buy me a horse. He said that he wanted to wait until I was 16 and then I could choose between a car or a horse. I said we could both save time by getting me the horse now, since I would want a horse more than a car. I mean, duh. How could he ever think I would feel differently?
Almost all of my Christmas ornaments from my childhood are horse related. There is one ornament in particular that was my favorite growing up. I couldn't wait until we found it in the box of ornaments. It was the most beautiful ornament ever - it was a white and golden pegasus. I used to spend hours playing with it and watching it "fly" on the tree. It was the best. The most lovely.
When I moved out of my mother's house, she gave me all of my childhood ornaments.
Oh my God. What was I thinking?
