#bloganuary

This is how I got my favorite toy, that I called Coyote.

I was a very imaginative ten year old. I would go out in the back yard and gallop like a horse. I set up jumps all over and me and my horse Coyote would run and jump the course. Or we would chase outlaws, or be chased. I loved my imagination. It took me wherever I wanted to go. I was a pretty avid reader as well. One day, a week or or so before Christmas in 1985 my dad came outside and told me to come inside and change, we had to go. I asked him where we were going and in one sentence, one spoken word, my dreams and all my prayers came true. My dad looked down at me and said ‘ We are going to go pick up your horse!’ I tell you the truth when I say I fell to my knees and cried. I cried even more when he told me he was a paint, then I cried more when he told me his name Coyote.