My 8 year old daughter asked me what happened in my lifetime that changed history. I began to explain that I remembered when cell phones were huge and VCRs came out. She stopped me and said "no, mom, I mean, in YOUR history, what happened in your life that you remember, not stuff like that, just something good?" I sat and begin to think, and she said, "Did anything happen when you were a kid that was happy?" Well, Im honest with my kids, and I have told them alot about my childhood. It took me a while to think of anything good worth telling. I sadly, couldnt think of anything right off the top of my head. "Tell me a story, just any story, I want to hear something." So I told her my most memorable and one of my most, well, im not sure the words, story. So here it goes.. I will share.

I was about 10. I had lived in 3 different countries by then, and then moved to La. I lived in Scotland, Belgium and then to La. My grades in school were "okay" but math was my worst subject, being that currency was different in every place I lived,I was very confused. My father, knowing that this was my weakest subject, made me a deal. He told me if I could count all the money in his pocket, I could have a horse the next day. Now, a horse at that time in my life, was the only thing I wanted. I would have done anything for a horse. He told me I had 15 minutes to count the money, and if I was right there would be a horse in the backlot when I got home from school. So, I began to count. Everytime I completed my count, it was different. On about the 3rd or 4th time, my time was up and I had to choose a number. Well, I was wrong. My dad counted the money outloud to me and it came to the sum of something close to 350 dollars, and I had missed it by far. The bet was off, closed deal.
I will never ever forget that. I dont know still to this day if that was a cruel act, or a lesson, but I know that when I think of this, I still get tears to my eyes because I never got my horse. And probably never will. So that, my daughter, is MY HISTORY. This is what makes your mom tick, and this is why I do the things I do. I speak to them, I tell them things I have learned, although tough to hear. Im not sure that there was a moral behind that story and I dont know why I told her that one, but I did. She thought this story was sad and I regret telling it now. But still, there might be a lesson in it. There is a reason behind everything. Everyone has a story, not a horse.