An Old Photo of Me
I like this photo because I look happy and I loved my horse. His name was Lucky. Although, he wasn’t very lucky. I had him for about 3 years and 
then he was stolen. No kidding. Who steals horses?
I was devastated for a very long time. I did not get another horse after that. We had a couple of goats, chickens, ducks, dogs and cats. That kept me busy.
When I was very young we had pigs. We would feed them buttermilk out of those 5 gallon milk cans. One day, I could not get the can open so I started banging on the can with something. The can exploded and I was covered with buttermilk. I remember it burned in my eyes and I felt pretty silly. It was a school day, so I had to bathe—again, and hurry to catch the school bus. For as long as my dad was alive, he always teased me with that story.
