When I was a small child I had a big imagination and day-dreamed I owned a big black horse with a white star on it's forehead. I kept it at our camp which had been my mother's homestead, in a big empty old barn on the property which helped my young imagination expand to the point I could not only see my horse but feel his sleek shiny body as well. There was a door that opened into a large hay field from which I would whistle for my horse to come to me. The box stall in the barn was where I fed my horse oats and hay. It was a gift to be able to see past the cobwebs and empty spaces that once held a few dairy cows and large work horses used in the care of this farm in the early 1900's.
Even now, years later at age fifty-nine I can still envision that box stall and that big black horse eating oats from my hand. If I close my eyes I can see and feel his body close to mine, as I stroke and brush his silky body and flowing mane. Sometimes I even get a whiff of that old barn odor a mix of fresh hay and manure, both a common necessity with a healthy horse and I feel comforted in my memories.
It is amazing what childhood imagination can create and hold in place throughout ones entire life never forgetting a moment in time that kept one small child happy and content in day-dreaming of owning a horse that only she could see.