Remember when we used to drive to grandma and grandpa's house in Berkeley and would pass all those farms and horses on I-80? I used to dream about jumping out of the car, hopping on a horse, and riding it the rest of the way. Driving was so boring and riding a horse seemed like so much fun. It may or may not have been the first time I prayed (I really wanted to ride a horse along the freeway apparently).
My dream almost came true when Mr. B and I went to Assateague Island in Maryland to see the wild horses. It's amazing how they just walk, run, and eat along the road like they own the place. I could have easily hopped on one and ridden home, but it's against the law and they supposedly bite.
A dream deferred...