tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102006698856259727.post3220537729716530095..comments2023-10-30T02:52:18.812-07:00Comments on when lilies fly: horse blog & philosophy: How Horse-Crazy Were You as a Kid? QuizFlying Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04652273828990723024noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102006698856259727.post-90579774376136630422012-07-03T11:42:10.825-07:002012-07-03T11:42:10.825-07:00I'm pretty sure I got the highest score possib...I'm pretty sure I got the highest score possible. When I was younger, my parents would take me to Underwood Family Farm. There I would "ride" the ponies in a circle at least five times that day(no matter how much I coaxed and pleaded five was the limit!) When I was older the age limit I would tell my parents," Just say that I'm five!" These schemes were always refused by my parents. When that failed i would ty to sneak in which would always backfire and get me in trouble.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02945961331987378878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102006698856259727.post-38055110713773340422012-07-03T11:28:14.780-07:002012-07-03T11:28:14.780-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02945961331987378878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102006698856259727.post-37367702397197836142008-01-21T10:46:00.000-08:002008-01-21T10:46:00.000-08:00Ha ha. That's a funny quiz. I guess I qualify as ...Ha ha. That's a funny quiz. I guess I qualify as a 10. I grew up in a suburb of Los Angeles not zoned for horses, and was intensely jealous of my own mother for getting her own horse as a child. I also got into trouble for squeezing under fences to play games with other people's horses.Nuzzling Muzzleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07649710635013663900noreply@blogger.com