I wanted a real horse – the real deal.

My mate brought back DALA HORSE from the visit to her homeland at Copenhagen in Denmark. As much as I’m thankful for it, I told her bring me ‘ a special horse’ from Denmark but I got dala horse. It’s not fair (me sounding like a little kid) it’s far from what I asked for, I want a real horse – the real deal!!

In summer 2011, I visited my aunty in Denmark with all my family members spending the summer break at her house. I still remember the trip as it’s just happening this summer!!

“There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it’s the risk, the gamble. In my event it’s a thing I need” William Faulkner

I remember being awake early in the morning saying to my cousins along the lines, “let’s go to the horses – the place is opened, I can pick my favourite horse first” My favourite horse was white with black dots, loving memory that will never fade. I kept saying the whole of summer how stunning that specific horse was. Such a beautiful and unique horse. I recall clearly, everyone at that place wanted that same horse.

Day in – day out, everyone would compete to take turns to riding the popular horse. I just went in super early to get my turn before the competition started for the ‘special dotted-horse’. Unique and very special memories scar me for life with that horse back in Denmark. All I wanted was a special horse brought to me, but I got a dala horse. Cheers mate.

As the legendary Muhammad Ali said; “Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion” Who I’m I going to love forever and will win over my heart with a special dotted-horse? Who will be my champion to getting me a horse first. Let the challenge begin – who will be my hero?

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