While Josephine thunders down the
highways in her red, middle-aged pickup truck, younger folks find new ways to
travel, like on a horse. New, you ask? Well it’s new to me. When I was young we
traveled by Greyhound bus, school bus, family car and the occasional airplane
trip that happened once.
Nowadays kids want to get in touch
with their inner-horse, the whisperer side of their persona. But taking riding
lessons isn’t easy. The student must first learn to follow orders like: “Muck
out the stall, shovel that manure into a pile, fill the buckets with water,
feed the horse, comb the horse, braid his tail, French-braid his mane and tie a
ribbon on it ….” That’s why kids wear helmets, ear-muffs and cowboy boots. I
don’t get the boots but I understand the rest of it. Everyone knows if the child
falls off the horse, her ears will be protected from germs and stuff.
hide-and-seek at the
Peek-a-boo Corral
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