The Truth About Heidi

This is me, and my first pony:
I got her when I was five and she was fifteen. She loved to pull that cart but wasn't so happy to have me on her back. I hit the dirt hard and often! She never wore a saddle in her life...She was a Shetland. I'll always love Shetland ponies, and I don't care what other people say about them. They are the toughest smartest little beasts. She lived to be 25 years old. I got off the bus one afternoon when I was 15 and both my folks were standing in the yard. I knew right away.

I think I was ten in this picture. My uncle took it the day of my Mom and Dad's 13th anniversary. My kids are older than this now; my husband and I have been married for 15 years.

If you ever had any doubts about where I came from...look at her bridle. It's made out of twine string.Also check out my dog, peeking out from under the cart shafts. He spent exactly one night in our house before the poop piles drove my mother crazy and he went out to live in a nice pile of straw in the corner of the pig barn. He was one happy mutt!

My jeans were too big. I looked at this picture after Jethro scanned it for me and sighed, "Those carpenter pants were my favourite jeans." Then I remembered the way the waist dug into my ribs (a problem I still have) and then I muttered, "actually...they were my ONLY jeans."

We weren't wealthy back then, and a few years later, things got much, much worse. But even if I had only one pair of jeans, I had ponies.


Now you know!!!!