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…