We had horses growing up on the small farm I grew up on. They are some of the most loyal, protective, generous, kind-hearted beings in the world. Our family was really dysfunctional and at times really frightening things occurred (especially having to witness/deal with them as a child). Our barn was a safe-haven and I’d take a book, go out there and hang out with our horses, the goat and various cats. One of the things I’d do is put my forehead on my pony or horse’s nose and just be, or lay on their back and read a book. That smell of timothy hay and sweet feed was so soothing and protective. I am so thankful that I grew up where I did.