The timeless beauty of galloping horses

My sisters and I played horses when we were kids.  I'm sure you think I mean that we ran around on our hands and knees and you know, ate grass,  neighed and stuff.  But no.  We had the largest collection of horse statues in the Midwest.  I was a big fan of the Clydesdale.  My sister had a particularly awesome white stallion rearing up in a dramatic pose with his mane rippling in the wind. We also swooned when anyone mentioned (pause) The Black Stallion.  The. Black. Stallion.  Nothing held our attention more than watching that beautiful horse gallop at full speed across the sandy beaches.  Of course this all changed when we discovered INXS and Duran Duran, but I digress.  My parents let me choose the color of my bedroom carpet when we moved to a new house. I choose a lovely lime green. Wall to wall lime green. I loved it. (I'll have to save the subject of the wallpaper for another blog post. Thank you Mom for gently pushing me away from covering the whole room in 'giant rabbits in a jungle'.) But this carpet was more than just the floor covering: it was a plush green field for our horses to graze and run free like they were always meant to.   If we played horses, it was in MY room. I had acres of land for our herd to roam. It wasn't until I moved to New York many, many years later that I visited Coney Island and rode the beautiful carousel.  It's even more beautiful just in sheer contrast to it's dirty, smelly surroundings of hot dogs, freak shows and trash.  That's why I was so happy to hear that a carousel will be installed on Brooklyn's waterfront and my daughter can ride it all day.   Jane's Carousel She loves the carousel in Bryant Park in Manhattan but this one is much closer. I'm sure the line will be about 20 minutes long.  Welcome to New York.