April 26, 2012
It might be the era of my childhood, or it might be the rural area I grew up in, or it may be growing up in the west, or it just may be normal in every U.S. school in every era…
I remember my elementary school playground when I look at this Spring Horse photo by Doris Steeg. Girls ran the playground from one end to the other, tossing their hair side to side, sometimes with one arm behind them—as if a tail, and whinnying. These were the wild horses, manes flashing and tails running, of Sulphur Springs playground. Romping around and laughing, they paid little to no attention to us boys. Us boys didn’t pay much attention to them either, but just enough, I guess, to store a memory away to surface again another day. I don’t remember when the girls quit living as wild horses, maybe about the time we boys began paying more attention to their manes. Yet, when I think about all these years of marriage…maybe the wild horse never really went away.
© David B. Bell 2012
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