Okay, I admit it, I love them. Always have, probably always will.
I used to write stories about horses. The first book I ever wrote (and illustrated myself, I might add) was called "The Flying Horses," and I used the names of my family as the characters. My little sister and I were the two main horses, and later volumes included a town of cats, too. When I was in the second grade, my teacher at the time offered a "published" edtion of a story from each of the kids.
I'm grateful for that, as I still have the book today, complete with a picture of my second-grade self and a signature inside. Sure, the book doesn't make much sense, but that didn't matter. Aside from my own book, the only stories I can remember from my class were one about a unicorn (which my best friend wrote) and one about a screaming scorpion (which I remember because... well, who wouldn't?).
But I digress. I've grown up now, and while I don't obsess over horses the way I once did, I still have a soft spot for them in my heart. My dad remembers that, and as a birthday present, he often gives me something to do with horses. :) I love them.
As a parting gift for the day, here is a picture that represents the combined effort of my little sister(who made the original sketch) and me. (It's kind of old, so shush about the legs! I know!) Happy A to Z! See you tomorrow. :)