I’m off to a horse show, so I’m leaving you with friends both old and new. I tried to pick ones that I like but of which you might not have heard.
A Horse of Your Own by M.A. Stoneridge [Doubleday 1963, 1968]
As you can tell by the cover, I have had this book for a long, long time. When I was a city brat, it was my talisman that one day I would have A Horse Of My Own.
I used to look at this picture of a feed room and wonder what mine would look like. The answer is non-existent. Due to fire ants, we keep the feed in the house.
OTOH, I looked at this picture and never predicted that I would one day ride at the National Horse Show in the side-saddle version of a Corinthian class.
Your favorite childhood book, horse or otherwise?
Virtual Brush Box 
Anything by Marguerite Henry. My parents made my childhood dreams come true by taking me to Pony Penning the year I was 13. The best thing about going at age 13 was that I already knew enough about horses to know I didn’t want one of the wild ponies, so I just enjoyed being there.
Life list!
Field trip?