One of these days. I will get my hands on a scanner, but in the meantime, it'll just be picture in picture.
Like any self respecting little girl, I loved horses. I had horse postcards plastered all over my room. Not posters, mind you, postcards! And apparently, as evidenced by the picture, I wanted to train for the circus.
Also note the short hair. This was not standard issue for little girls back then - and I distinctly remember walking to the hairdresser in the little village (!) I grew up with and telling him that I wanted a "boy cut".
I much preferred hanging out with the boys - in the woods - no, not doing what you're thinking! - to climb trees, build forts and have adventures!
I never did get close to a real horse when I was little. Wait, I take that back. It must have been around this time that I saw my first horse up close and personal. It was a jumper, a warmblood - and it was huge! The size scared the tar out of me.
Nowadays, living in the States, I live vicariously through my daughter, who actually owns a horse - a small Quarter horse/Arabian mix.
That's my story behind this photo. I have no doubt that there are more to come.