See that little girl…thats me 48 years ago.
Horse mad, annoying the crap out of not only my parents but also my patient….or so they made out…cousins.
We couldnt afford a horse…plus no room at our little place in good old Adelaide.
Next best thing….family with horses…Dad who adored his little princess…that would be me…and a whiney voice that ensured when I wanted to go to the farm…I went to the farm.
One of my earliest memories was of my dummy in horseshit…apparently that was meant to convince me that I no longer needed a dummy since my baby sister had come along..all good Ill just suck the shit off it and my complicated 18 month old life would continue as I knew it.
Always had a “thing” with animals….they would literally just appear in my life….
Brought a horse home I found walking down our street….found a German Shepherd, what do you mean I have to give him back??? Found Lucy the chook…actually kept her hidden in my cubby house for a few weeks….only got sprung when my proud 6 year old mouth announced to my mum that I had an egg for the cake….Lucy went to the farm…I think.
I knew then that I had something and that my life would be spent working with animals.
Life just had a bit of shit to throw at me first which is what made me who I am today….the person who accepts the past is the past and today is the day I found my life purpose…