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An Autumn Walk with the Four of You - Meet the Wildes
I have walked this path since before you were born. Years before you, Silas danced at the end of his lead rope, pulling it so tightly against my hand that it burned. We stood together for a moment beneath the trees and I rested my face against his withers and breathed him in. It was January and I was twenty-one; he was my Christmas present to myself, bought with money given to me by my grandparents who had hoped that I would buy a car but knew that I would choose a horse. He was the realisation of a dream, of an entire childhood of other people’s ponies. He was the ‘happily ever after’ that I had held out for as a little girl. You were another dream. All five of you. At the end of this month, when you boys turn four, I will introduce you to horses. I…