When I was a little girl, I read a book called Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry. I LOVED that book. Horses have held a place in my heart since I was very young. I would come home from the library with a mile-high stack of books on horses. I read stories and novels about horses. I read books on how to train your own horse, how and what to feed your horse, how to build a diy barn, how to groom your horse, etc. I researched breeds and their pros and cons. Basically, I was your typical girl . I made schemes and wrote out blueprints to turn our .73 acre lot with views of the Mall of America (yes, THE Mall of America) into a mini horse ranch. And then I discovered city ordinances. Yeah…maybe I wasn’t that typical.
Anyway, after reading Misty of Chincoteague, I discovered that Chincoteague Island is a real place. I couldn’t believe that such a magical place actually existed. Fast forward a few years. I am in my mid twenties, and my infatuation with horses has toned down a bit, but I still would love to go see the annual pony swim event at Chincoteague Island in Virginia.
It’s on the bucket list!