Holding On To Dreams 🐴

This weeks installment of The Sandbox Writing Challenge wants to know What I’m holding on to from my past?! I’ve learned to let Let Go  of plenty over the years, this year being a biggie for me. As for what I’m holding on to……one thing that comes to mind is my Childhood Dream of horses. Ever since reading Misty Of Chincoteague, I’ve dreamed of having a huge ranch and horses…..or at the very least, visiting the little island in the story and seeing the wild ponies….






A pony is a childhood dream. A horse is an adulthood treasure. ~Rebecca Carroll~

That dream never left. Sure, real life got in the way, and that dream was pushed way back, to a small hidden place deep inside, waiting for rediscovery. Part of that dream has come true. I did get to visit the island and see the infamous wild ponies…..And now I get to see them everyday, as that visit turned into becoming a permanent resident of this little island. Ponies and living by the beach…It’s the stuff dreams are made of!!!

I don’t own any horses….yet. That part of the dream has yet to happen……..as a little girl, my Dream Horses were The Palomino..





To many, the words love, hope and dreams are synonymous with horses. ~Author Unknown~


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A Buckskin


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A Dapple Gray


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My dream lives on!!!!!






“All horses deserve, at least once in their lives, to be loved by a little girl.” ~Author Unknown~