When I was very young, I had this plastic riding horse toy that I loved. It was just a piece of molded plastic, a smiling horse on four little black wheels. I rode it through the house and up and down the gravel driveway from dawn til dusk. I was the Lone Ranger. The horse was Silver… painted with a blue polka dot pattern.
By the time I was 4 or 5, Silver was in rough shape, cracked in numerous places, the wheels falling off. Our many adventures had taken a toll on the horse.
Rather than throw Silver in the trash, my dad had other plans. Early one morning, he and I walked out into the woods with Silver in tow. We walked for a long time (or at least it seemed that way to me), out to a secluded section of the forest. There, my father and I built a makeshift stable out of brambles for Silver.
After the stable was finished, we stood there for a while, until my dad broke the silence by saying, “It’s time to say goodbye.” Read More