Horse At The Door

I’ve always loved horses. When I was 15 I decided to buy one. I didn’t tell my parents, because I knew they’d say no. But since I’d saved $700. by selling kool-aid throughout my childhood summers, I figured I had the right to spend it on whatever I wanted, and thought that if my dishwashing job at the local marina cafe would pay for the hay, they couldn’t say no.  

So one day I showed up at the door with a quarter horse named Heidi.  

I told my dad I would pay to maintain her, and he seemed impressed enough to spend the day building a fenced paddock in our back yard.   

So, I got my horse, and she taught me how to ride. I’d get up at 5am so that I could get out into the fields with her, while the dew was still crisp, and trot into its steamy mirage as the morning sun had its way. Those magical memories seem like a dream by now.   

Looking back, it was a risky thing to just go out and buy a horse without my parents’ consent. But maybe it was one of the things I did as a kid that gave me confidence; it was a dream I made come true. As adults maybe we could draw on that naive childood conviction more often, to reach for ideas, creations or things we’ve lost our ’spark’ for in the midst of responsibility.   

Have you ever taken a naive risk in order find a piece of your vision?

1 comment

  • Malcolm Lewis
    Malcolm Lewis Swansea Uk
    its a funny old world.My Uncle and Aunt owned ponies and from 10 to 15 years old i spent summers taking ponies to a beach nearby to give rides to kids.It was an idilic childhood.I know that feeeling of riding on a cold crisp morning where the movement of the pony also adds to feeling alert and alive.I still preferred summer however . We had a Palimino that was part Arab when you rode her compared to the others we had 4 5 any one time it was like floating on air.She was afaraid of a lot of things she could tell a red double decker bus from a silver one.So when ever you rode to the beach and saw bus approaching you knew O O get ready to have some fun.I could go on but ill spare you.

    its a funny old world.My Uncle and Aunt owned ponies and from 10 to 15 years old i spent summers taking ponies to a beach nearby to give
    rides to kids.It was an idilic childhood.I know that
    feeeling of riding on a cold crisp morning where the movement of the pony also adds to feeling alert and alive.I still preferred summer however .
    We had a Palimino that was part Arab when you rode her compared to the others we had 4 5 any one time it was like floating on air.She was afaraid
    of a lot of things she could tell a red double decker
    bus from a silver one.So when ever you rode to the beach and saw bus approaching you knew O O get
    ready to have some fun.I could go on but ill spare you.

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