My Great Grandmother had a farm, and I have photos of me on the “family” pony before I could even walk. Then at 8, I got that wish every girls asks for…. a pony for Christmas and Blaze was all wrapped up in a big red bow! My Aunt and I would go camping, pulling the horse trailer behind, and I couldn’t wait for the set up to be done and go to my Happy Place. Riding on a crisp fall day, having my body fall into rhythm with my horse…. clip clop clip clop. The blowing wind taking my troubles, worries, & concerns with it.
Now, fast forward 15 years……I took a trip to my home town after the 4th of July. It’s a small town in Ohio, with acres and acres of corn & bean fields. Somethings haven’t changed. The fairgrounds still house my uncle’s horses, he has several, and one he races at River Downs in Ohio. Side story….. My family just purchased a 10 acre farm, and I can’t wait to share my love with my daughter!…… so during the mornings, I take her to the fairgrounds and she brushes Uncle Ted’s horses, helps tie them up to the track truck, I even taught her to pick their hooves. He even trusted her to unwrap his racing horses’ feet.