{"id":3601,"date":"2013-07-11T21:26:52","date_gmt":"2013-07-11T13:26:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cathmiller.com\/blog\/?p=3601"},"modified":"2013-07-11T21:26:52","modified_gmt":"2013-07-11T13:26:52","slug":"childhood-dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cathmiller.com\/blog\/2013\/07\/11\/childhood-dream\/","title":{"rendered":"Childhood Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"20130709<\/a>I was horse mad from 7 years old and 40 years later, I still have all my childhood horse and pony books and of course my Britain’s 1:32 model horse collection<\/a>. \u00a0All I dreamed of was having my own pony. \u00a0I made a saddle out of a flattened cardboard box and “rode” a wall in the backyard and went to the riding stables whenever I could. \u00a0During the school holidays, my Dad would drop me off at the stables on his way to work at 8am and pick me up at 5pm and I mucked out stables and groomed horses all day, I was in heaven. I can still remember the names and personalities of the ponies I rode 35 years ago. \u00a0I entered any competition to win a pony and would stand by the window waiting for the float to arrive, so sure that because I wanted it so badly, I would win. \u00a0I had nowhere to keep a pony, but that was an insignificant detail\"20130703<\/a> to me. \u00a0My Dad told my Godmother that he really wanted me to have a horse one day. \u00a0He died when I was 18, but I got my first horse 15 years ago when I was 33. \u00a0My Godmother died last year but she was so happy that I had made my Dad’s wish come true. \u00a0 I am writing this Journal because of a book she gave me about nature when I was 12.<\/a><\/p>\n

I was thinking of this a couple of days ago when I read a blog post<\/a>\u00a0by Mary Johnson King who was writing about having to leave her beloved home where she could sit on her porch and see her horses out front. \u00a0 I wrote and told her that just over 10 years ago I too had lost my home with my horses out front, but 4 years ago, I came to an even better one.<\/p>\n

Life twists and turns, and as they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.<\/p>\n

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