Who AM I?

O.k., so I was thinking a lot over the weekend about my past, who I was, who I am now...and I wanted to share with you all a little bit of what made me.......well, me!

~I was born in Ohio(blah, blah, blah), moved to Oklahoma and lived on a 500 acre cattle ranch which my mother and father took care of.  My playmates as I remember were hairy cattle, horses, donkey's and coon dogs! My dad fixed up a tire "Swing" on a contraption called a walker, this looked like a big marry-go-round..sorta....and it had probably 4-6 long extension for which to hook a horse up to and when you were done riding, or when they needed a little 7th inning stretch, my father would hook them up, turn the walker on and leave them to cool down as they walked in a never ending circle.  Which was primarily what he did with me when I would go out to the barn with him, hook me up and leave me ....well not REALLY, but you get my drift!
~My brother and I would play "King of the Mountain" on huge piles of gravels, we would go check the fences on our trusty steeds, or in my case a little retired circus donkey named Jackie, who was superb in the art of unlatching his stall door, and playing dead in the middle of the arena if kicked in just that right sweet spot....no seriously he did that....more than once if I recall.  I also recall a very traumatic day in my life when my family loaded up and headed to the local rodeo where I entered the arena to run what is called "barrel racing", you and your mount take off as fast as you can and maneuver around 3 barrels placed like a triangle, and see how quickly you can finish.  Well, seems as though my donkeys oats were not setting well on his belly, and have you ever heard of the "walking farts", Jackie had the slow "running farts", EVERY SINGLE STEP he would take he would fill the air with magical toons and the crowd just about fell off their seats laughing at the cute little girl on her flatulent ass!!!  Sorry, I do not cuss, and that is not actually a cuss word because it is describing the biblical name of this horrendous animal!!! Needless to say, I cried, and cried for my daddy to make him stop, which made it all the funnier I guess.......funny how some things never leave your memory!  Another story with me and Jackie was that we all were going out checking cattle and fences, we had a certain amount of bulls that had to be accounted for and they were all there except for one, the way my moms tell the story is this...they couldn't find me and Jackie.....or the bull, and all of the sudden they heard me just a yelling, and yelling saying......here I come daddy, I got him, I got him.....and they looked and over this hill I came on little ole Jackie, my little legs not even long enough to fit into the stirrups, just a whooping ole Jackie to keep him running after this HUMONGOUS Bull who at any moment could have turned around and charged us and demolished us both.  My mom said they froze in absolute panic because they could only imagine what was going to happen, but I did it, I brought the bull back to the herd all my lonesome!!!  sniff, sniff.......

So that's my best memories, all before the age of 5!   Which explains my love of animals I suppose, I adore horses, showed them most of my life until the age of 18 and mom stopped paying for it!!  Ha Ha.......  But I feel at my best, most true to myself, relaxed and at peace when I am around them, the smell of their muzzle just floods my memory with good and joyful remembrances of the past......ever had that? Oh to be able to go back.........
So there you have just a short snippet of my childhood way back yonder, more ramblings to come later.......you can't wait can you??!!!  ha ha

My cute as life "poppy", she was a miniature donkey that was as rotten as the day was long!!
This was 3 years ago, she was a BALL!!