I grew up in Indianapolis about 10 years before you did. I also went through a very long "horsey" phase, collected figurines, read those same books and others, and was lucky enough to take a few riding lessons at a local stable. My dad used to tell me that I could have a horse when we moved to the country. As if that was ever going to happen! I did move to the country when I grew up (commuting to Indy for work), but never got a horse of my own..... Your story brought back sweet memories, so thank you!
My lessons were at Grandview Stables on the north side, no longer in existence unfortunately. And a few more at Girl Scout Camp Gallahue. Good times….
I went to Camp Gallahue one summer, too!
I grew up in Indianapolis about 10 years before you did. I also went through a very long "horsey" phase, collected figurines, read those same books and others, and was lucky enough to take a few riding lessons at a local stable. My dad used to tell me that I could have a horse when we moved to the country. As if that was ever going to happen! I did move to the country when I grew up (commuting to Indy for work), but never got a horse of my own..... Your story brought back sweet memories, so thank you!
Awww! I took lessons too, but I can’t remember where. I think it was somewhere on the south side of Indianapolis?
lovely story… your dad’s attitude could have been my dad’s reaction….
Thank you!