Out Around the Barn

Growing up my family owned a horse, Dinero, so we were constantly at the stable. Although we didn’t actually live on a farm, the time that we spent at the stable served as a welcoming reprieve from the daily grind of city life. Some of my fondest memories are of grabbing the tackle from the horse saddle rack and going on long rides with my mom.

We used to explore all of the mountain trails around our community in Northern California. Because I was just five or six years old at the time, my mom would usually drop me off at the barn and go back out for a more extensive excursion. Even though I wasn’t able to go on these longer rides with her, I still often think back to those rides that we did share together.