I was so lucky as a young girl to have a wonderful place to ride horses. It was called The Red Barn. This barn was literally painted red. It was a story book place. My father took care of many of the horses that lived at this barn and stable. Dad and mom bought me a pony horse and off I went. My mom would drop me off and I would spend many hours at this barn, some days after school, weekends or summer days when school was out of session.
I took many riding lessons and enjoyed showing my pony horse, King Louie. Though this barn was not fancy, it was filled with loving people and animals. I learned how to take responsibility for a life and for myself.
This barn is a favorite childhood memory of mine. Unfortunately, in the past years it was torn down and made into a land fill, which now has a housing development built on top of it.
As an adult, I have driven by the exact spot the barn was built on. It was a sad feeling for me, but the simple memory of The Red Barn will always bring me happiness.