One of my mother's favorite things to do was to give us a "taste" of a new food. She said she was "developing our palate". Here is the first chapter in my new book, Summer of the Wild Horses. Take a few moments to read it. If you like this book, it is available for purchase on Amazon.com. Enjoy!
Kayla adored horses. They were her life. She dreamed about them, read about them, drew pictures of them and thought about them all of the time.
“One day, I’m going to have a horse of my own,” she told her friends. However, inside, she knew her dream was only a fantasy. Where could she keep a horse? After all, her family lived in an apartment. They did not even have a backyard.
In school, some of the girls told her about a summer camp just outside of the city limits.
“They have lots and lots of horses,” her best friend Caron said. “Campers get to ride every single day.”
Kayla imagined herself going to summer camp and riding every day. She decided to ask her parents.
“We’ll see, dear,” Mother said when Kayla told her about the camp.
“It’s too early to plan your summer vacation,” Dad said. “Why, it’s not even Christmas yet!”
Halloween came and went, followed by Thanksgiving. When Kayla’s grandmother asked everyone at the dinner table to tell one thing they were thankful for, Kayla beamed.
“I’m thankful for the Double D Summer Camp, ‘cause they have lots of horses and let their campers ride every day,” she said.
Grandma just smiled and said, “That’s nice dear. Now Jimmy, it’s your turn. What are you thankful for?”
“Turkey legs!” her brother blurted out. That was the end of the discussion.