20, Caucasian female, Mississippi.
I enjoy the beauty of nature and colors. Music is my backbone and the art I create is my oxygen. My eyes and ears are my most precious possessions and every day I take them for granted, indulging my two favorite senses with the yard outside my windows and music from anywhere and anything.
I'm a very open-minded sort of person with a wide variety of perspective and acceptance. A great deal of humility and respect I've learned over the course of my short teen life, but I wouldn't trade my humiliations and difficult trials for anything less than what I've learned.
I didn't grow up around the best sort of family but it was the only tree in my yard and I love trees. As crazy, awkward, stubborn, difficult, angering, embarrassing, hurtful, daunting and even dangerous my tree is, it's also strong, towering, deep-rooted, homely, and affectionate with a true sense of 'out of sight, out of mind' kind of thinking.
I do not know who my blood father is, but I wasn't reared without one. My grandparents raised me since day one and adopted me at age 3. Living on 4 and a half acres of lush all-year-round winter grass, tall old oak trees and a pond with livestock on all sides of you will give any person a sense of down-to-earth tension. My roots were deep then and I felt so close to everything around me.
I grew up with all kinds of dogs, chickens, cows, horses, birds, cats.. most of which were not my own. With being raised with a farming grampa and an office working gramma I got used to calling them Momma and Daddy, this didn't bother me, but I knew the difference and for some in the family - this was frustrating, but I was small and oblivious.
Daddy tended gardens too so I was exposed to new things as well as smells. He grew corn, sugar cane, okra, squash, watermelon, mustard greens, lettuce, carrots and tomatoes. We had Japanese plum trees, banana trees, two fig trees that engulfed both sides of the double-wide trailer and its porches, and don't forget the sunflowers!
I grew up with a brother whose a year younger than me and I dare say he was not good company. Of course as kids do we have our quarrels and squabbles but in rare moments of bliss, clear skies and when the planets aligned, we got along. I can say I wouldn't of grown up different without him, but my personality and behavior towards other people wouldn't be the same if I had. Despite all the negative fiasco's between us, I still secretly miss hanging out with my 'Pocket'. lol
Funny how he came to earn that nickname, I couldn't pronounce his name 'Patrick', I was only 3 or so at the time, so I called him Pocket. Now he uses that nick to name his cat whom I love so much! I'm rather proud of that. I own a Fixu and a Dutch-Blue Lovebird named Sharron and Mortisha (Moe for short).
Amidst the daydreams of dragons weaving in and out of clouds, talking creatures that befriend me, characters that pull me into adventurous travels.. were horses. Both neighbors on either side of me and even a few houses on the same street.. owned horses. Personally I've always wanted one but I have yet to make good on that private promise.
I was deeply envious and jealous of my neighbors, once in a while I would get the chance to ride and those times were my best times. One horse in particular I got closely attached to and I think he knew it in a way. The stallions name was Applejack, a whitish-gray coat freckled with orange dapples with copper mane and tail. A longer muzzle than what I've noticed on most but I think it gave him more character.
We first met in the barn when I was 4 or 5 I think. Daddy sat me up on his back and I was scared then, but I soon got over that. Applejack seemed to have more personality than what's originally thought for a horse to obtain. Always inquisitive, patient and wary, I think he liked being left alone because he was always fenced away from the other horses.
Most horses I've watched that were in AJ's position would be running up and down the closest dividing fence trying to find a way back to the small heard of 5 males and 1 female, but Aj would not. He enjoyed lounging under the one tree that was in his small pasture, watching the squirrels fight and play, enjoying the comforts of privacy.
Some times I would walk out to the fence and he would look up from his grazing and walk toward me. I'd pet him for some time and feed him the lush green winter grass on my side and then I'd walk along the fence and he'd follow me. Even on occasions when I wouldn't feed him any grass for several days, he would still follow me.
Some times I'd sit at the fence and AJ would stand there beside me on his side of the barbed divider, watching me pick petals off of the flowering weeds. He was never mine, but as I got older I felt he was. If there was any horse Daddy could buy for me, it would be Applejack, and there was such a time that Daddy was looking to buy me a horse. Sadly a total stranger bought my friend and took him away, I should say I was rather displeased and hurt. Makes me wish that now I'd of taken a picture, then.
I'll add more to this later.