Childhood dreams

When I was little, I dreamed of having a horse. I would always tell my parents that instead of a car when I turned 16, I wanted a horse. When I turned 16, the horse came in the form of a red Honda Civic that cost me 150 a month after my parents put the down payment on it. When I would talk about having a horse, I would always tell my parents I would ride it to school, tie it to the bike racks, and at lunch I would go feed it some hay. I was going to rig up some kind of cart for the horse to pull on our rides home and give all my friends rides. It was going to be awesome.

Yesterday I skipped out of work about 30 minutes early. I turned down the street with Dave's school and instantly became annoyed. Not only was I fighting the school speed limit of 20 mph, but there were also millions of mini vans waiting to turn into this one small driveway for child pick up. As I waited patiently for my turn to to pass, I looked at all the kids outside running to their cars, anxious to get home for the weekend. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it....

There was a dad dressed to the nines in his Ranglers and Cowboy hat perched high 0n top of a beautiful chestnut brown horse, waiting for his child to come running out of school for the ride home of his life. That kid instantly became the coolest kid around. I can just see other kids climbing into their minivans in their plush seats with their DVD players installed in the ceilings saying "Mom, Bobby's Dad picked him up on a horse!". I am glad some kid got to live out my silly, but sweet, dream of cowboying it up on the way home from school.