Thunder and Touche' were my horses when I was young. They were both gentle quarter horses; well trained and stopped on a dime. I dearly loved my horses. I took my responsibility of caring for them seriously. Many times I would take my sleeping bag, battery powered lamp, a book and sleep in the barn right next to them. I did this when it was raining and the night sky was thick with the loud booms and white streaks of clapping thunder and lightening. I told my dad they needed me to feel safe and comfortable, but It was the other way around. They made me feel safe and comfortable.
Oh, how I wish I could go back to those days when the only responsibility I had was caring for my two horses. If only I could go back to the days of Thunder and Touche'; back to sleepovers in the barn and riding horses in the fields. I would hold onto those days of my youthful innocence so much tighter; so very much tighter.
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