I spent part of day thinking about my childhood. I didn’t grow up on a ranch or even own a horse but I grew up a cowgirl. My hero was Roy Rogers, I slept with a plastic horse named Trigger instead of a Teddybear, and my favorite song was a Wilf Carter tune: I Want to be a Cowgirl’s Sweetheart.
I almost always wore boots, rodeo weekend was the highlight of my year, and I reverenced native grass even as a six year old.
I’m consider myself an awfully lucky ol cowgirl to have grown up to be and do what I wanted to be and do when I was a little cowgirl.