Hi Everyone!
I have been waiting all week for
Thursday Art Date with Rain. The prompt is Holiday stories, carols and lore. Well this story is true and stays with me.
I laugh about it now but back then I was heart broke.
I was 10 years old and quite the tom-boy. I have 4 younger brothers that looked up to me to show them how to climb trees, make forts, throw a punch and play all the rough and tumble games. My sister loved to join in but she also would spend hours with her dolls. Since I was 6 or 7 I wanted a horse. I studied all about them from books from the library and would walk to the neighbor's who had 4 houses to help take care of them. I had spoken to my parents about it and knew without a doubt what I was getting for Christmas. We had the property and I made sure they knew I would care for my beautiful new horse. It was Christmas morning, my grandparents had arrived the night before with two huge crate like boxes. They were not warped in bright Christmas paper like the other, smaller, packages they brought. My excitement grew when I saw hay sticking out between some of the slats of wood. There was no doubt now. I was going to open that wooded crate to find it filled with hay to carry out back to my horse. I couldn't stand it. My little brothers and sister were laughing and tearing the colorful wrapping off their gifts. My dad was standing by the kitchen entrance with a cup of hot coffee in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face and then he winked at me. That was my cue to open the big wooded crate, just then my sister let out with the biggest and happiest cry ever.We all looked over at her. She had a life size doll that she was hugging. Now it was my turn. I pried open the the top of the crate and with out thinking bent over to grab the hay. Both of my hands reached in deep so I could get as much hay as I could, when something hard stopped me. I looked down to see some blue printed fabric. I kind of gasped as I tossed excelsior (not hay) out of the crate to find my very own life size doll. I sat there stunned in disbelieve. Who in their right mind would get ME a doll? My parents saw that I was up set but before they could say anything I was running out the back to find my horse. The property was empty and so was my heart.
I cried and cried all day long and I will say I was quite the brat too. I never did get my horse.
So the art today is my Christmas dream that never came true.
Be kind it is the first horse I have ever drawn.
Nicole/DVArtist
Honor and integrity
in art, in life.