Childhood dreams fade as you get older and you sometimes forget what you really enjoyed as a child, until someone comes along and reminds you. M. Heads painted this picture and it is one painting of a thousand paintings of a huge equine mural in Canada. A very talented young woman, wouldn't you say. I loved horses growing up, everything from reading horse stories, paint by number oil painting and riding too. Honestly, I was always a little weary of riding and being thrown to the ground with a hard smack could be painful. I'm speaking from experience and that's okay because I learned to get back on, again and again. Somewhere through my journey and life taking me down it's own path I lost interest in my dream. A few years back I volunteered and assisted children with riding Ice Atlantic ponies or horses. It wasn't only rewarding for the children but for me as well. Maybe this is a little more than you want to know but I love the smell of horses, and barnes, all the aromas of a ranch. I especially loved the sound of a horse chomping on an apple or a carrot. Learning to ride and taking riding lessons has crossed my mind recently. Did I mention my grandfather, James was a horse trainer - I never knew this growing up and I wonder if I have a horse gene. That would be a nice gene to have, don't you think. My Mom has a beautiful framed picture of my grandfather on beautiful chestnut horse by the name of Cimmeron. Dare to dream - it really is quite an inviting thought.
