Welcome to the critique group Francine. Looking forward to reading your stories.

Horse and carriage ride brings back memories. My dad would come at get me at school in the 60's with the horse and slide(as it was called) in the middle of a snow storm. He would load up as many kids as safely as possible, wrap us with blankets and travel over a mile dropping kids off one by one.

I love the smell of hay. It reminds me of that old horse. And kittens too...

Nostalgia...It's not what it used to be [Wink]

chick

[ June 14, 2005, 11:27 AM: Message edited by: chickadee ]