Re: RC: Warm Fuzzies

[BMcCrary27@aol.com]

In a message dated 05/24/2000 4:24:51 PM Pacific Daylight Time, 
ribbitttreefrog@yahoo.com writes:

<< I remember as a little girl, passing people
 riding their horses while we drove by. I'm sure my face was
 pressed up against the glass. Now if I'm riding down a road
 and people pass, those little girls like I once was, have
 their faces pressed up against the glass, admiring and
 dreaming. I am always so happy that now my horse and I are
 the one's being admired, but I also feel a bit sorry for
 those little girls, because I remember what it was like to
 want one of those beautiful selfless creatures and couldn't
 have one. >>

I have loved horses from my earliest memory (age 4).  I used to pine for a 
horse, but my parents couldn't afford one until I was 12.  I used to go out 
on our rural paved road on a hot day, after the neighbor's glorious 
flax-maned sorrel gelding had just gone by, and trace his  hoof mark, 
imprinted in the asphalt, with my fingertip.....and dream.

Barbara