401/019: Memory of the Inside Horse

I visited a friend who had a rocking horse. The saddle was not painted on, it was real with stirrups. I may have zoned out, such was my admiration, I don't remember anything else about that day. I had never seen a rocking horse up close before. I remember vaguely that she would bring her real horse magazines to school. You cannot ride a real horse inside your own house. Memory 019 of 024 (Collection 401)