Happiness is finally coming up with a story to share for True Story Tuesday over at "Once Upon a Miracle".
It's not really a funny story, but it is true. It's one of those "I'd kill my own kid if he did this" kind of stories.
I was raised in a pretty small town in southern Georgia (population probably around 1000). My grandparents on my mother's side live about 5 miles outside of our town. My girlfriend Shelby lives a little further out of town, but not on the same side of town as my grandparents. I'll get back to why that's important in a minute.
My grandfather started buying horses for me and my cousin when I was in elementary school and we showed horses well into my early high school years. We actually bought our first Welsh pony (Jake) from my friend Shelby. She still had a little buckskin Welsh pony (whose name escapes me... I keep thinking it was Cindy... I'll have to write Shelby and see if she remembers). Anyway, I think I was about 11-12 years old and was out at my grandparents house when I decided I wanted to go to Shelby's to ride horses with her. I can't remember if I asked to go and my parents said "no" or if I even bothered to ask at all.
Either way, I hooked the horse trailer up to the truck, loaded up my pony and headed down the road. They didn't realize what I was doing until they were standing at the kitchen window and saw me driving away.
The details after that are a little fuzzy to me. I probably drove 35 miles an hour all the way to Shelby's. (I thought I was a darn good driver!) I'm pretty sure I got in trouble, but I've blocked that from memory. (My Dad reads these, so I'm sure he could tell you.)
So that's it. I guess you could say I was a determined child!
It's not really a funny story, but it is true. It's one of those "I'd kill my own kid if he did this" kind of stories.
I was raised in a pretty small town in southern Georgia (population probably around 1000). My grandparents on my mother's side live about 5 miles outside of our town. My girlfriend Shelby lives a little further out of town, but not on the same side of town as my grandparents. I'll get back to why that's important in a minute.
My grandfather started buying horses for me and my cousin when I was in elementary school and we showed horses well into my early high school years. We actually bought our first Welsh pony (Jake) from my friend Shelby. She still had a little buckskin Welsh pony (whose name escapes me... I keep thinking it was Cindy... I'll have to write Shelby and see if she remembers). Anyway, I think I was about 11-12 years old and was out at my grandparents house when I decided I wanted to go to Shelby's to ride horses with her. I can't remember if I asked to go and my parents said "no" or if I even bothered to ask at all.
Either way, I hooked the horse trailer up to the truck, loaded up my pony and headed down the road. They didn't realize what I was doing until they were standing at the kitchen window and saw me driving away.
The details after that are a little fuzzy to me. I probably drove 35 miles an hour all the way to Shelby's. (I thought I was a darn good driver!) I'm pretty sure I got in trouble, but I've blocked that from memory. (My Dad reads these, so I'm sure he could tell you.)
So that's it. I guess you could say I was a determined child!
Oh.Good.Lord.
ReplyDeleteYou made it to Shelby's? Driving with a horse trailer?
Girl, I'm WAY older than that and Mr. Daddy is still (hopefully, pretty please) hauling my horse for me this weekend because I'm too chicken to pull the trailer, LOL.
That is just madly insane and hysterical. I cannot imagine it. I wasn't even tall enough to see over the steering wheel at that age (yeah, I know... that kinda short thing again).
Seriously - would love to hear your Dad do a guest post on what his memory of the story is! That is WAY too funny!
Thanks for joining in!
Seriously girl, do you give lessons??? Rach won't drive my truck let alone pull a horse trailer..
ReplyDeleteLOL...I could see my sister doing something like that...she was so determined to ride her horses! We just usually rode over to our cousin's house - about a mile as the crow flies - and I'm sure there were times my parents didn't know where we went until my aunt called and said "they are over here!" :)
ReplyDeleteThere are certain times is a father life when you look at your child and say to yourself "She is so mature for her age. THIS WAS NOT ONE OF THOSE TIMES.
ReplyDeletelove ya,
dad
Too funny!! Just gotta love the 'tween spirit and gumption! But ya...my kids better not ever try something like this!!
ReplyDeleteHello fellow Washingtonian! Oh my gosh, this is quite a story. Cannot believe what a little mischief maker you were! LOL at: "I'd kill my own kid if he did this" kind of stories" I have lots of those that actually ARE about my own kid!
ReplyDeleteoh my gosh!!!!!!
ReplyDeletepicture draw dropping, eyes popping!!!
Wow, great story!