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I’m finally reading “Seabiscuit.” (I know, I’m a few years behind.)  When I went to see the movie years ago, everyone I talked to who had read the book said it was a lot better, and they were right. It is very well-written and engrossing, and I’m really enjoying it.

The last remaining horse statue I own...

The last remaining horse statue I own...

Aside from the writing and the history, the book is taking me back to my childhood when I was a typical 8 to 12-year-old girl, obsessed with horses.  I had horse statues and horse toys (the heck with Barbie, I had a wonderful plastic Palomino, complete with removable saddle and bridle).  I read countless library books and saw all the movies about horses: National Velvet, My Friend Flicka, and The Black Stallion, among them.  And I harassed my parents about buying me a horse.  My father (probably to shut me up) told me I had to wait until I was 11. Oh, I took things so literally back then.

On my 11th birthday I went outside searching for my horse—was it in the garage? Not finding it, I went back inside and said, “Dad, I’m 11…where is my horse?”  He said, “They cost too much.” And that was that.  My father rarely disappointed me, but he did that day.  It was only recently I was talking to my mother about it and she told me he really did look into it and discovered that the cost of feeding a horse was way beyond what our large family could afford.

It was probably just as well.  My experience with horses in my life has actually been very limited and not necessarily the best.  I’ve only ridden them a handful of times in my life, including my wedding/honeymoon trip when my husband and I went on a horseback excursion in St Lucia. The horse in front of mine kicked me in the shin out in a rainforest.  By the time we got back to the barn, I had quite an egg on my leg and our wedding was the next day.  It took all afternoon in the cool pool to calm it down and leave just a very small bruise.

Things have a way of working out the way they should.  But I can still admire them from afar as the beautiful animals they are.

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