It may not be the best photo of a toddler on a pony the world has ever seen:
But I was delighted to have the chance to take it. Anyone who knew me as a child can tell you that I was crazy about horses. I took riding lessons, I went to horse camp, I collected Breyer horses, I subscribed to horse magazines, I made my family go on trail rides at every opportunity, I read all kinds of horsey books, from classics like King of the Wind: The Story of the Godolphin Arabian to silly series like The Saddle Club.
I have just taken a moment to reminisce with myself about The Saddle Club. As they say in these parts: holy buckets.
Anyway, I loved horses throughout my childhood and into my early teen years. Zoe loves them in the way that two-year-olds love most animals, and when she realized that she could actually ride the ponies at Red Rooster Days in nearby Dassel, she was ecstatic.
And something of a natural horsewoman, I must say:
Seeing your child love something that you love–whether it’s riding a pony, reading But No Elephants , or listening to Tom Jones–gives you a special kind of joy.
Inquiring minds may want to know that the first two examples are my loves, and the third example is Mike’s. All three are now Zoe’s.