So glad my dad doesn’t act his age. If he gets the long sip from the fountain of youth, there’s no telling what he’ll get into!
Full-size toy made for kids, carved out of wood. In stirrup, my eighty year old dad could Not get atop the horse, With playful eyes, of course. He’s at it again, reliving childhood. 6/21/2018
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