Matthew, Me and Our Horses

If his mom or teenage sister doesn't yell at him not to, every afternoon Matthew jumps out of his car, runs on the porch and hops on his horse. Sometimes the ride is for battle and he brings along a sword from the yard. Sometimes it's leisurely; a stroll to get him and his stallion some McDy's fries. All the other times he is lost in a world I can not see. But I can definitely hear the intensity of his ride from my rockin' chair across the street.

The rocking back and fourth; back and fourth of the horse sets me back to my own memories at my Aunts big white house. 

She had a trusty rocking horse on her porch as well. Course, I didn't fight any battles or have the need for any weapons along my journey into an enchanted land with waterfalls and friends. Or a ride with a Genie on a magic....

OUCH!

My sister just threw me off my stallion....

              ... Oh.....Wait ...that was a REAL yelp!

                                                    That wasn't MY sister. ....

 It was Matthews!