This is me when I was about 3 years old. A traveling photographer in Arlington, Virginia caught my mothers eye and she plopped me on the back of this cute little paint horse. Obviously having a horse was mean't to be even though I had to
wait until I was 50 years old to get one.
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yay, another post at last! where are the vacation pictures?
and why don't you comment on my page, you lurker.
I was about the same age when my grandfather sat me on a paint pony...That did it for me!!!
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