Childhood Dream

Kimberly Doran
It was only a bridle, an English-style horses bridle. When my daughter said, "Hey mom, look here." I walked over and picked it up.

"Oh, I wish I had a horse to put this on." The worn leather reins fell into place among my fingers. I laid it out, feeling the metal bit, stroking the worn leather straps that go over the muzzle and under the chin. It seemed to vibrate in my fingertips. That yearning from my childhood came back. Unexpected and strong.

"I want to buy this," I whispered.

Heather turned and smiled, "What did you say mom?" She stepped over to me and touched the reins. Her face radiated and I carefully scooped up my treasure.

"I'm going to buy it." I placed it on top of the clothes that we were going to try on. Used clothes, but still rugged and in good condition, nice clothing. These second hand stores have some great deals.

It wasn't until halfway to the register that I stopped and turned the cart around. Heather and Diana watched as I placed the bridle back into its place among the miscellaneous items. The price was cheap enough, $14.99 but that money would be better spent on necessities.

My childhood dream was just that. I would never own a horse, but the bridle brought a moment of sweet remembrance of a wish. I won't stop dreaming, but I also know my reality.

Published by Kimberly Doran

I am almost 50 years old. I really love to write on issues that are happening now as well as issues that continue to impact our earth. I haven't written any essays in a while but my creative juices are start...  View profile

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