Horse Dream

All my life, from day one it seems, owning a horse has consumed my dreams. I was intrigued with horses right from the start and the four-hoofed critters captured my heart. I would wear a little western hat of felt and two cap pistols on my plastic gun belt. Then I’d straddle a stick from our pile of wood and ride that “horse” around the neighborhood. Later on, when I was a grade school tyke, I’d visualize a horse when I rode my bike. I’d pretend I was taking a horseback ride as I pedaled across the desert countryside. This dream didn’t stop even in high school, for I was still a horse-loving fool. I lived in town and hung out with the cool gang but the car I drove was a Ford Mustang. For years I labored in the city grind, but horses always lingered in the back of my mind. Finally I decided to pursue my own course and went out and bought myself a real live horse. I kept my equine dream alive and my one little horse soon became five. It’s incredible how much money I spend but I don’t want my horse dream to ever end.