Every summer growing up, I used to race to my local library to join the reading club and begin my journey through the lands of faraway places. But the day I read BLACK BEAUTY by Anna Sewell, I began to nurture the idea I could one day raise beautiful horses for others to enjoy.
I started collecting every toy horse I could get my hands on. My father, who was a heavy drinker, would bring home small, plastic white horses he removed from the whiskey bottles he got from the local bar.
Next I graduated to dime store versions until I had quite a collection. My favorite was a golden palomino until the day my mother gave me a thoroughbred model kit. I had discovered Man O’ War and now considered him to be the greatest race horse in history. The only problem…I had trouble assembling all the pieces of that kit.
One piece in particular.
You see, my Man O’ War model was anatomically correct and my naïve ten year old mind had no clue why the manufacturer had given me two noses.
It finally dawned on me that I was trying to apply the second “nose” to the wrong end of the horse!
International best selling, award-winning author, Donna L Martin, has been writing since she was eight years old. She is a 4th Degree Black Belt in TaeKwonDo by day and a ‘ninja’ writer of children’s picture books, chapter books, young adult novels and inspirational essays by night. Donna is a BOOK NOOK REVIEWS host providing the latest book reviews on all genres of children’s books, and the host of WRITERLY WISDOM, a resource series for writers. Donna is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators and Children’s Book Insider. She is a lover of dark chocolate, going to the beach and adding to her growing book collection. Donna’s latest book, LUNADAR: Homeward Bound (a YA fantasy), is now available in eBook and print form from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Books A Million, and other online retailers.
2 thoughts on “TALES FROM THE BAYOU: If Dreams Were Horses…”
I tried not to laugh. (No, I didn’t.) I LAUGHED. Poor girl. I hope you laughed at yourself when the truth dawned on you.
Actually, Janet, I was embarrassed by what I had in my hands and the fact I was too dumb to realize what I was holding in the first place…
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