It's another Monday and it's raining. I halfheartedly tried to get myself into cleaning the room again. So far it hasn't worked.
I received 2 of the new horses I ordered last week and I love them. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going to put them right now but they're going to find a home in the room. Just so I can look at them and hold them. If I can't have the real thing I guess this will do. I've never felt funny about having toys and I think it's because I just really didn't want to give my childhood up.
I remember as a child, the wonderful stories I could make up in my head about owning my own horses and riding in the Olympics or riding in a race and winning. I loved to watch the horse movies. I loved to play with my horses. I remember the first Breyer horse. It was the Lone Ranger's horse, Silver. He came with a saddle and reins and he stood perfectly square
with his neck arched. He was beautiful!!!! From there I went to the Arabian horse family and loved to make up stories for the baby. I did get more horses through time and tried to hang on to the stories along with the horses. It didn't work. Why can't we keep those memories of the wonderful fantasies and stories from our childhood?
I didn't spend a lot of time in front of the TV or in the house just hanging out. We didn't have computers or electronic toys but we did have our imaginations and the out doors. I guess I was pretty lucky. Mom was home all of the time (she's said she didn't spend a lot of time entertaining us). I don't remember. I remember her cleaning and sewing and cooking and spending time with her friend down the street from us. I have so many happy memories. It's interesting. One of my biggest fears is loosing the memories I have of my childhood. They're very spotty and I expected that because of the accident I had many years ago. Now at 61, I'm afraid of a stroke or alzheimers. I have very little memory of a lot of things right after the release from the hospital. I know I went for lots of therapy and carried around a 50 pound cast for a couple of weeks. I remember having my picture taken in the lawyer's office because of the suit my father started. I had to have them done because I was pretty banged up. My teeth were broken and my face was black and blue.
I guess I'm just rambling right now. I'll stop for now and try to collect my thoughts.
