I saw this picture on a friend’s FB and it really hit home. How many of you out there used to do the same thing? I ALWAYS pretended either a) I WAS a horse, or b) I was riding my imaginary horse. When I was really young, I used to take a bunch of yarn, make a tail, and pin it to the back of my pants. I had to look the part! Then I’d set up jump courses, and I even had jump-offs against myself. I was that kid. The neighbors must not have known what to think of me!
As I got a little older, my bike and then our riding tractor became my horses. Even when I had my first pony (got her when I was 11 – and she’s almost 35 now!), I still pretended that every vehicle was my horse. I remember taking my bike through the trails next door, flying over ditches and logs and thinking I was an eventer.
Today, at the ripe old age of 33, I still imagine myself riding almost anywhere I go. Most specifically, when I’m in the car and pass large fields – I imagine racing through them, taking jumps, and flying from one field into the next.
I guess a crazy horse girl is a crazy horse girl for life! I hope I never grow out of those imaginary races I run in my head.