Horsing Around

I think I've said before in other posts that my parents neighborhood is privately owned therefore it's not your typical side-by-side houses. Everyone is on at least a half acre (my parents an acre) and there are maybe 20 houses total which means less traffic. Also we know just about everyone because they've been in the neighborhood for a good 13 years now. My point is I feel very safe letting Damon go out and play by himself and that includes walking across the road to the horses.

I was cooking dinner today at my parents and Damon saw some kids from the neighborhood with their parents walking to the horses. Damon asked if he could go and I said after dinner we could walk over there. He said he really wanted to go with the other kids so I went outside with him to make sure he got over there okay and I told him to be careful and stay where I can see him. I couldn't leave the house because I had already started dinner but the window in the kitchen faces the horses so I had a direct shot of where Damon was and what he was doing. I also knew the parents that he was over there with.

He was having a blast with the kids and then I saw the kids and their parents leave but Damon was not with them. I went outside to wait for Damon to follow but he was too busy talking to the owner of the horses (Mr. Brantley hence the name of the neighborhood Brantley Acres). I stood at the end of the driveway so I could keep a better eye on him and the next thing I know...

Here comes Damon on a HORSE!

I love the above picture because Damon is twirling the horses hair. When I was younger (1-6 years old) I used to twirl my hair or the persons hair I was sleeping with to fall asleep. Damon has always done the same when he would get really sleepy although he doesn't do that anymore but it seems to appear every once in a while.

I was screaming with delight and yelled for my dad to bring his camera. This was a big occasion as Damon has looked at these horses every weekend since he was a baby and has always wanted to ride one of them.

Our good neighbor, Mr. Steve, who has known me since I was 13 years old, allowed Damon to take a spin on Belle (the horse). This is the biggest horse Damon has ever been on and without a saddle!

He now calls it "his horse"...