>>2632989Anon thanks for this thread because it gives me feels. Sorry to everyone about the ensuing blogpost but hide and report as necessary.
So, my dad grew up innacity innaslums back in the 50s. He was /out/ as fuck though, camping in private forests and state forests as a kid, alone sometimes even at 8 years old, and always wanted to own a big property.
After his horrible draft year in Vietnam he moved to a rural farmtown, married my mum, and in a couple years they cobbled enough money to buy 10 acres of forest. They lived in a shed for 2 years while my dad (and two contractors with a small crane) built what would become our family home, a log cabin. He cleared an acre for a horse paddock and I was lucky enough to grow up in a drafty freezing log cabin with two wonderful horses thriving in the paddock over the hill. There was Gem, a retired racehorse and her son, Halcyon. Halcyon was a little shit who once kicked my brother (he was fine but traumatized) and I have wonderful memories of my dad putting me on Gem to clop around the property. She was gorgeous, and dad (74 years old now) still remembers how scary fast she was. He would ride her through the trails through this forest of thousands of acres and at dusk come home to his cabin, with smoke coming out of the chimney, and me sleeping in a little basket next to the fireplace.
I was about 5 and my brother 7 when my dad sold the horses because it was getting to hard to take care of everyone. But god damn my dad misses Briarwood Gem and he's always delighted to hear how vividly I remember her still. Even Halcyon, as grouchy as he was, he was a beautiful jet black horse with energy like a rocket.
In my life I have moved a lot, from city to country and back again, and I still feel a little bit like I never got enough of Gem and Halcyon and want some horses of my own; someday.
This concludes my annoying blogpost. But I just want you to know OP I feel you bigtime.
