Back to a little green house, nestled in the trees and surrounded by farm animals.
Back to snapshots of my own young life which have became stories that we grown-up kids tell over and over again.
Back to being a little person myself and learning all about the big world around me.
For example, in our little neck of the woods I learned ...
- Flip-flops were not the best shoes to wear when feeding the neighbor's chickens or when adventuring out into the surrounding fields ... thanks to my own escapades.
- That biking really, crazy, freako-fast down a dirt hill can end badly ... thanks to my brother's Evil Kenevil tricks.
- And that it's a bad idea to poke a bee-hive with a stick while balancing on a barbed wire fence ... thanks to Cousin Brian's scientific research.
But I also learned another important skill: how to properly feed a horse.
My mother vividly recalls my cries and sniffles when I declared to her that, "The hoo-hoo eat my gingers! The hoo-hoo eat my gingers!" I'm certain that he didn't actually bite me, it just seemed to me that my little hand would fit nicely in his mouth! What if he didn't stop at the carrot or the hay and went for the whole kaboodle?!? That's when I learned how to lay my itty-bitty hand flat and let his giant, floppy, slobbery lips slurp up the apple bits, alfalfa and clover.
After that teachable moment, Sundance and I became fast friends.
|Me and the Hoo-Hoo|