Friday's post was to blog about your first love. I've pondered this question for a few days now, I've not been able to blog, too many chores at home.
There is no doubt that my first love is horses. Previously I wrote about learning to write, the first word I wrote was a race horse name. Blue jacket.
I still have the book with the childish scrawl, Blue jacket. I think the horse's name was actually Yellow jacket.
But I think the way the story actually went was that I wanted to be a horse, and I wanted a name.
So my father gave me my own name, similar to the race horse, but unique to me. I must have been wearing a blue jacket.
I've always been intrigued by race horse names.
For a considerable amount of my young life, I wanted to be a horse. I nickered and neighed, pawed the ground, and the only gait I had was a gallop.