I used to love swimming. When I was a little girl, I easily spent hours at the pool. I don't know why exactly, but I just loved to swim. My doctors said it was one of the best things I could do for myself. It trained my lungs how to hold deeper breaths and breathe in deeper in general. Of course, back then, illness wasn't really on my mind. I didn't know that water could make me so sick, and my doctors, while they said water could contain bacteria, they claimed I wasn't at a lot of risk for that. Boy, were they wrong!

Note: this is a pretty rough draft of many stories I have from my days of riding horses. It's pretty scattered, but I'll probably come back to edit this later. I'm just tired tonight. My mom's been pushing me to begin writing my memoir, and she reminded me how the country has helped me through life; more specifically, horses. I hope to add some of this stuff in my memoir when I actually start writing (whenever that is, since I'm easily distracted by other things when I get new ideas). 

 

 

For most of my life, I've been around horses. My great aunt Sharon and her husband, Courtney, have owned a few in the last 15 years or so. Courtney uses his horses as pack animals for hunting, and I use them to get better at riding and working with horses. Geldings are the easiest to work with, and Courtney's horses have helped me to better learn and understand horse language ever since I was little. I've learned things in both easy ways and hard ways. 

I've been a bit hesitant on posting anything here since the website got hacked, but I think I should share with you some of my most recent experiences. I've been on my grandpa Lyle's childhood farm for the last 2 weeks. He lives near me, so we drove up here together. My grandpa's brother, Delton, lives here with his wife, Donnell. It's a decent farm; the neighbor plants and plows our fields for us, and another neighbor has some cows on our main 800 acre pasture, AKA the cricklands. Delton is a full-time trucker, and his wife is a full-time artist, so there's hardly any time for them to farm. While almost nothing typically happens on this farm, almost too much has happened since we got here. This will be a long bunch of stories, since well, this trip has been a long trip in not the best ways. But, my grandpa said that hell's a writer's paradise, and I ought to take back some stories. And boy, do I have stories! And before I continue further, keep in mind that I actually had some fun, and I'm glad I went on this trip.

I think in pictures. I've been an artist ever since I could hold a marker, and I've always been fascinated by art and nature. I learn by recognizing patterns and seeing how things are done. 

I decided this blog would be an experiment. I'd like to post some pictures along with my work, since I use pictures while I write to better explain and describe things. Pictures make stories real. Plus, pictures can tell a bigger story without the words. While I talk about the actual events behind a picture, everyone else has their own stories about a picture when they see it. That's why I like using them in my writing so much. Feel free to write your own story about any of the pictures I post here and beyond.