Blackstar

A horse is freedom on four legs, a magic carpet ride for a kid! At first I just rode on the farm. But as I grew, so did my boundaries. London, Newport and cousin Rick’s house near Kioseville. I was not the only kid with a horse and we would go camping with our horses. The trick was to hobble the horses so they could not stray too far. I once woke up to see Blackstar’s rear end hanging over my head! On one of these trips I shot a duck on the wing with a 22. That and field corn was our dinner. My horse riding days lasted until I could drive a car. Blackstar was given to my cousins on the farm next to ours. She was struck by lightening while standing under a tree during a storm. What a sweet horse she was!