Talk about your "horse crazy child", that was me! I refused to play with the Barbie doll's like my sisters did, I wanted horses and would play for hours with my plastic horses and they all had names of course......my favorite was BIG RED, because I thought and still do that Man O War was the greatest horse to have ever lived ~~ in fact ALL of my horses today trace back to him.

 Hello, do you have a horse for me? PLEASE....

The highlight of my summers was that we got to go spend them with my Grandmother and she would take us to the Woodland Park Zoo and I got to ride the ponies (I was in heaven).........

One summer, my Aunt Rosie & Uncle Jim had a HORSE and when we visited I got to ride "Flicka".....

I knew someday I would have a horse of my own ~~ my plans got sidetracked when I started high school, my first day I saw a tall dark handsome upperclassman and said I'm going to marry that guy (of course I didn't know his name, but I was in love)......it took a couple of years to finally get a date  and then silly me got married and I learned dreams don't always come true......I was divorced and had a son who I had to raise by myself and I did buy a horse, but having to support my son & myself I couldn't keep her and I had to sell Kiowa (she was a leopard spotted Appy/Arab). As the years went by (ok, it took 15 years to get over getting burned the first time) I met and married again but I kept my dreams of owning a horse to myself......10 years after we were married I went and bought the horse of my dreams, "Allmostperfect" and THEN told my husband what I had done.