DailyBlog : Beloved Childhood Memory

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For the sake of blogging and self-exploration and contemplation, I answer a question a day off of this list.

Today’s question : What is your most beloved childhood memory?

An easy one today, yay! My most beloved childhood memory is, by far, Trout Lake Trails/Trout Lake Riding Stable. It was the only place in my childhood I ever felt like I fit in, I ever felt safe, I ever felt equal, I ever felt like I belonged. Wow, that sounded far more prose and dramatic than I intended.

Growing up in Minnesota, us upper-middle class families often spent our summers “up north” at lake cabins. Although we had a boat and there was always the option to swim, water-ski, knee-board and more, I was far more interested in spending 8 hours a day, 7 days a week at the stables. When I was a little kid I would just go on a trail ride every day, but as I got a bit older I would stay at the stables all day, hanging around, “Helping”, etc. The man who owned the place was my grandfather’s age, his name was Bob. He treated like a grandfather would, he was very kind. When I was eleven I would start “training” the ponies because ponies are often a bit unruly and he wanted them safe for inexperienced children to ride on. When I was thirteen I began working under the table as a trail guide, grooming, tacking, and working with the more difficult horses. My mother would constantly ask me, “Don’t you want a day off?” Nope. I definitely did not. All I wanted to do was eat, sleep and breathe horses, not to mention that everyone else that worked there treated me like one of their own. As a child who always felt out of place in my suburban, catholic-school upbringing, that stables was a place in which I was finally accepted and encouraged, it was where I belonged.

That stable is long gone now, Bob passed away many years ago and the land was sold off to build condos, etc. But I miss it every day. I will always appreciate the sanctuary it provided.

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