Porkchop
Awhile back, I was cleaning out old photos - you know, getting life organized. And I found THIS. This is me and my old pony, Porkchop. When we lived on the farm, Porkchop was one of my favorite parts. In my memory, he was so much bigger than he looks in this photo :).
I remember Dad helping me saddle Porkchop and riding (what I imagined was) so fast through the pastures and around the yard. Dad would even set up barrels and taught me how to race around them.
When we moved to Jamestown, leaving him and my dog Frosty was one of the very hardest parts. It was a blessing to find this little treasure when I was cleaning. It was a beautiful trip down memory lane.
I remember Dad helping me saddle Porkchop and riding (what I imagined was) so fast through the pastures and around the yard. Dad would even set up barrels and taught me how to race around them.
When we moved to Jamestown, leaving him and my dog Frosty was one of the very hardest parts. It was a blessing to find this little treasure when I was cleaning. It was a beautiful trip down memory lane.
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