About Me
I have loved horses since I was three years old. That's when I saw my first horse. It was a chestnut, and to me it looked HUGE. "How do they get up there?" I asked. "They climb. It's easy." my friend's mother said. That was it, I was hooked.
It all started innocently enough with my first "My Little Pony," Lemon Drop who came with her own stable. Soon there was a Barbie horse, and then on Christmas when I was 6, my first Breyer. It was Black Beauty, with the one white left fore sock. I loved that horse, he bacame the king of the herd and though I still loved "My Little Ponies" they started to loose their appeal. My horse obsession grew. I saved my money, and bought the "Project Universe" Five Gaiter from Toys R Us.
I was involved in Pony Club, and later took a job as a wrangler at a Christian Summer camp. My horse collection continued to grow, but the growth was severily stunted at the advent of my discovery of boys. I am sure they had always been there before, but I could never get past my love affair with my four legged friends to notice. I graduated from school, went to college. A couple of my favorite Breyers came with me, the rest stayed at home and gathered dust.
I got married, and my husband noticed that my Breyer collection was rather small, consisting of 25 well loved and well played with horses. So he began buying them for me. I would circle the Breyers in the little catalogs, and give my husband a copy so he knew which ones to buy. I discovered E-bay, and with E-bay came customizing. I was addicted.
It seems every time I go to get pet food at Pet's Mart, at least a Stablemate will jump into my bag and sneak home with me. My husband argues that I have to know, that they can't do it all on their own, but I disagree. Stablemates are small and sneaky, plus they hardly weigh anything, so they aren't noticable when you are carying bags of dog and bunny food.
So, that is my story, the story of my love for horses and model horses. I am still collecting, though again it has slowed some. I have moved my focus to customizing and showing, and though my family doesn't really understand they are good at pretending to. My husband has the fake listening tecnique down so well, he can pretend to have a conversation with me about them by repeating exact words and phrases back to me. It's really cute, actualy.
I doubt I will ever get over my love for horses. Every year, my Christmas list reads the same as it has since I was six: "I would like a horse..."