I loved horses and ponies, but I grew up in a place where it just wasn't practical to keep one. There was one day, however, when the most marvelous thing happened. A photographer came around our neighborhood leading a pony. He asked my mother if she would like to have a photo of me sitting on his very gentle, trained pony. She said yes! The photographer was equipped with chaps, a bandana, and a hat, which I gladly wore. As I sat on the pony, I was smiling on the inside as well as the outside!
