I have been called a wild child on more than one occasion... admittedly I would have to agree with that assessment....on occasion. I would have thought of myself .....perhaps as a reserved wild child, even though I have always run with an older racier crowd I always held something back, I have never felt like I could do anything with total abandonment. With life all up in the air and not being quite sure where or what I wanted to be doing I was kind of leaning towards the wild side. ....I don't think I need to elaborate. I am not going to make excuses either...it is what it is, being honest about it ... with the hmm....lets say alternate lifestyle and what not.... I wasn't very happy and I wouldn't say I was having a whole lot of fun either.I only had one thing going on in my life that was a constant, that is probably the only thing that kept me out of deep sh#t I'm sure.....cause there was plenty of times that bad stuff should have happened and instead somehow was barely averted. That one constant....you may have guessed.... would be Texas.I believe it is a serious responsibility to be the sole caretaker of an animal,it is not in me to do it half assed ....so yes I do take it all the way. I'm quite sure that if at that time in my life I hadn't had that responsibility, I would still be here.....having Tex in my life made the choice of going down the right road a lot easier than it might have been without him, he toned down my relapses into wild child mode and even though he couldn't know it, his constant presence in my life kind of shoved me in the direction I needed to go......it was time to put on the big girl panties put the past where it needed to go and get on with life ....and so get on with it we did!!!!!!!When Spring was upon us the work began. I was riding everyday and preparing Tex for competition ( mostly barrels)by early Summer we were ready to go for it.....and so..... go for it we did.
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Those photos look like you were having a lot of fun! I'll have to come visit and see them up close. Are you making a Tex scrapbook?
Horses ground us somehow. even in my "wilder days" I always made sure they were cared for .if that meant coming home with no sleep,so be it . It also I think stopped me from doing some things that ,were maybe a higher risk. as I knew they depended on me so... Seems to me horses have saved a lot of us . And those special ones , my Catana, Texas, Shirley's Sundee, however long they are in our lives , they remain in our hearts always
Hey Sherry I'm hearing a bit of wild child in there....I knew it....no wonder I like you so much.
Yes, Janice , I have had my moments! lol. kindred spirits,many of us I think
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