Comments on: Long Ago, in a Land Far Far Away

By: August Challenge: I’m a Collector | Tastes Like Battle Chicken

August Challenge: I’m a Collector | Tastes Like Battle Chicken — Thu, 02 Aug 2012 21:01:34 +0000

[...] Tome of the Ancient takes us to “Long Ago,” when bloggers rode horses…no, really, the picture is great, and here’s to passions, new and old. [...]

By: Something About Me - Bubbles of Mischief

Something About Me - Bubbles of Mischief — Sun, 29 Jul 2012 12:20:43 +0000

[...] To be honest, I wasn’t planning on doing this challenge as I didn’t know what I could share – other than what I already had. But over the past couple of weeks, I’ve read on a lot of great things on the topic and realised that everyone has something to contribute no matter what their history is. Mine is very different to the life and death decisions or pivotal events which help shape who we are. Some are horrifying to read, while others prefer to play the naming game and relive first passions. [...]

By: tomeoftheancient

tomeoftheancient — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 14:07:20 +0000

ROTFL!!! It was very wise of you not to jump off, repeated jump offs can take a toll. I’m very glad you got together with Cutie who knew her job and took good care of you.

Well I think being “The Girl” is even fancier! Don’t even need an identifier, just The Girl, and I love the reason for it, always important to label and no reason not to start early!

By: Prinnie Dood

Prinnie Dood — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 13:03:44 +0000

Also, my nickname in my family is “The Girl.” I don’t even have a “with the insert-trait-here.” This is apparently a result of when I was a wee litle child and would label all my drawings with what the things actually were.

By: Prinnie Dood

Prinnie Dood — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 13:02:34 +0000

That’s so cool. I loved horses until I actually rode a couple, then they terrified the bejeesus outta me. I wanted to go There, but noooooo this horse wanted to go over That Way. I wanted to go Here, but noooooooo, NOT TODAY FOOLISH HUMAN. I could not overcome the “OMG THIS HORSE IS GOING TO WALK AWAY WITH ME AND IT’S TOO TALL TO JUMP OFF IT!” feeling.

I’m not really sure why it was so scary, given that they were, you know, walking.

The only horse that didn’t scare the crap out of me was, appropriately, named Cutie. Cutie was like the honey badger, she did not give a @#%& that there was a moron sitting on top of her panicking. She had been walking this one trail for years, so I knew that Cutie would never go “OMG NO WTF ARE YOU THINKING” and walk away with me. She’d do the trail no matter what.

By: tomeoftheancient

tomeoftheancient — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 11:28:52 +0000

Oh yes, I saw National Velvet many a time! I know, the first really weird thing about being tall was trying to get used to looking down at my mother when I was 12.

I came to terms with my height finally but that name my mother gave me, ick, that’s a whole different thing, lol.

By: Erinys

Erinys — Mon, 16 Jul 2012 10:20:35 +0000

You look so focused and happy in that picture. In fact the first thing which jumped into my head when I saw it was National Velvet. I watched that movie so many times when I was a child, probably like all girls who loved horses.

“How dare she! I’m the tall one!”

This made me a laugh a lot. I’ve been this height (5.8) since I was 12/13 too and like Matty, there were periods where I would have loved to be tiny and delicate and blonde instead. Although despite only being 6 ft, my husband can carry me comfortably so I can at least pretend :p

By: tomeoftheancient

tomeoftheancient — Sun, 15 Jul 2012 17:27:06 +0000

Those were the best kind of birthday parties when there was a pony to ride!

By: tomeoftheancient

tomeoftheancient — Sun, 15 Jul 2012 17:25:53 +0000

Thanks Cymre! That folder was full of interesting stuff I’d forgotten.

It’s amazing with all the things you can forget that the feeling of that split second after the bell was still there!

By: Cymre

Cymre — Sun, 15 Jul 2012 17:22:28 +0000

Actually when we used to live in the country, we owned a retired racehorse. I never learnt to ride him, I was 7 when we moved to the City. But I do remember being led around the backyard during one of my birthday parties. Everyone had a go riding on his back that afternoon.