Today I’m sitting in bed, sick with what I call a climate cold.  It always seems to hit me whenever the seasons change.  Ughhh!  But on a good note, I’ve been passing the time rummaging through Etsy looking at vintage stuff.  I came across a picture of a hobby horse (thought they were called hoppy horses for the longest) and it sparked one of my childhood memories.

When I was 2 years old, my mother gave me a bath.  Afterwards she told me to go to my room and wait for her to put on my clothes.  For whatever reason, I disregarded what she said and headed outside…in the front yard…where cars passed up and down the road….naked.

I mounted my plastic springy horse and was having the time of my life.  I recall some people laughing and pointing while others waved and honked horns.  I’d wave back and continue to bounce up and down on my favorite toy.  That is until my mom finally realized I wasn’t in my room.

I remember seeing her rush outside the house with a towel.  She wrapped it around me while pulling me off the horse.   I didn’t cry or scream, just looked confused.  Once in my room, she explained while clothing me.

Thinking back to that day, I don’t know if I was channeling Joan of Arc or had become the youngest exhibitionist.  Either way this sweet, innocent little girl learned a lesson –  put the clothes before the horse.  😀

Photos: Etsy (Neutral Nellies), Mom