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For the sake of blogging, self-exploration, and contemplation, I’ve been slowly making my way through answering questions from this list
Today’s Question: When you look into the past, what do you miss the most?
I think I’ll always miss summers at my favorite barn, and nothing will ever quite be the same as that. I started “working” at that barn at eleven years old ‘training’ the ponies (riding them until they stopped bucking so they could put children on them for trail rides…) and then the owner started allowing me to “work” as a trail guide when I was thirteen. (He’d pay me cash ‘under the table.’) I would be at the barn seven days a week from morning until evening. There were miles of trails we would just play around on all day. If the river was high we’d “swim” in it with our horses. We’d have camp-outs and bonfires. We’d ride our horses to ‘town’ and through the Dairy Queen drive-through. Total classic “small town shenanigans” but honestly it was so much fun every single day. I miss being that carefree and just having fun all of the time with our horses.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful to be able to have horses again, but in adult life, having horses is less carefree when you factor in vet bills, farrier bills, and more. I know I’ll never be able to replicate those summers, but I’m glad that I had them. I’ll always miss them.