It's always good to remember where you came from. Me, age 8. During the summers I lived on a horse and in crawdad ponds. We didn't get much television, and I didn't have a library card. All I had were a few books that I read over and over again, and my imagination. I was forever making up stories and my brother Johnny would illustrate some of them.
The horse's name was Cocoa, and he was half-Shetland pony. The birddog was Noble. Didn't take me long to get onto bigger horses, and at age 13 and 14 (when you bounced off the ground easier), I broke them.
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That's a great photo, Mel. Thanks for sharing.
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