Riding a Horse

When I was a baby (4 months years old), says my father that we was shopping with my mother. They passed by the toys section and I’ve fixed my eyes on a swing plushy horse. They say that I could not remove my eyes from the horse. They could not afford it, but they bought the horse for me. The horse was so cute.

I remember to be 15 years old and studding for a psychology test, trying to learn by heart some cliché sentences and riding/swinging the horse. I would like to keep that horse forever, it was the most beautiful gift/toy that someone gave to me (and I do not remember that day, obviously).

When I was 20 years old my father had a serious conversation with me “Look, you need to give the horse to another kid. You are a grown up. You can not even sit on it.” I’ve agreed with him, but I would like to keep the horse for my children in the future. Anyway, I gave the horse to the church, so they could sell it on auction, reverting the funds to charitable causes. I could not turn my parent’s house into a warehouse.

I didn’t saw the auction. I could not saw it, otherwise I could buy the horse again for myself. I never saw anything similar, at least in Portugal.

Well, I’ve rode a horse for many years. Today I move myself in other ways, such as driving my car or… (And this one is for someone very special)

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

P.S. I really need to buy a cowboy hat.