Gentle Beauty

I first met a horse when I was maybe 5 or 6. We were visiting my grandma's cousin in a small town about an hour away. My dad told my brother and me that we could see a horse through the fence at the back of the yard, so off we went. It was amazing, so big, so beautiful, and so friendly. I was enthralled. We fed it some tall grass and considered that horse our friend. I have loved them ever since I meant that gentle beauty.