Christmas morning, 1979ish
I was a horse kid. That is, I lived and breathed horses during my growing up years. But since I spent those years in a large suburb of Boston, and since no one in my family owned a house, much less a stable, I had no choice but to live and breathe them vicariously. The easiest way to do that, of course, was through books. Oh, the horses I knew …
I have begun to share these books with my daughter, who seems to be a horse kid too*. She pours over them, and she has begun building a library of her own horsey favorites …
So, when I read about the horse library that author (and friend!) Sara Lewis Homes is building for Flying Horse Farms, a “magical, transforming and fun camp for children with serious illnesses and their families”, I was excited to help out. Please read this post and this post to learn more about Sara’s project and how you too can share horse books with kids who adore them.
Thank you, Sara, for giving us all another way to share books. And happy reading to all the horse kids at Flying Horse Farms!
*In one of those coincidences that absolutely rattles my uber-rational mind, my kids and I began reading MISTY OF CHINCOTEAGUE today … more than eighteen months after I planned, but mere hours before I clicked open Sara’s post. Weird, no?