Weekend Edition – Of Writing and Riding, Stories and Horses
I don’t have a conscious memory of my first time on a pony, but I do have a photo. In the blue-tinted picture, I am three-and-a-half years old and sitting astride a shaggy, black steed named Cricke…
Source: Weekend Edition – Of Writing and Riding, Stories and Horses
robertcdeming 
Thank you for sharing, Robert! I’m going to guess that you’ve done some riding in your day?
I rode horses some in high school with friends I went to high school in big Spring in Far West Texas but in the meantime I’ve had relationships with several women who were serious into horseback riding and I learned a lot from them
In my experience, horseback riding and writing are both passions that, once ignited, never quite seem to loose their hold. I’ve always said that you are either born with the horse-loving gene, or you aren’t. And, if you are, you will never lose that love. I wonder if maybe it is the same with writing …
🙂
And music, and visual arts, perhaps.
Might be … 🙂