I started drawing horses by the third or fourth grade, before we had an actual art room for art class. Once we had those big wooden square tables with tall stools and freedom to express ourselves in art, I still gravitated to drawing horses, making horse heads, horse figures, whatever I could. I didn't see a ton of the real flesh and blood thing when I was growing up. We boarded an ornery horse when I was a little kid. We weren't allowed too close to him, most likely he was defending himself against four terrorizing kids. I was really young so I barely remember that experience. I remember seeing the movie Black Beauty with that dreamy black stallion running on the beach. My most memorable Christmas gift, was an 8 inch tall Breyer Appaloosa stallion I named Moon (black with a white cresecent mark on his head), and a big fold up poster of 50 kinds of horse breeds that I studied and drew over and over, my first hobby obsession I guess. My grandparents took us to Uncle Ike's horse trail rides in Branson and I remember my horse belched alot and wanted to eat anything green on that rocky Ozark wooded trail. I loved them that was sure.
Today I am lucky enough to see many horses in my country neighborhood, on my drive to work and occasionally even where I work. I don't keep horses, I don't think I am a good candidate to take care of a horse unless it is okay to spoil them like I do my two dogs. I can just see my horse misbehaving and chasing cars while I stand there and yell at it ineffectually to stop! Horses need so much more care than a dog and that intimidates me. I barely have time for my furry friends as it is. Maybe, someday maybe I will get a couple of horses-because of course in my mind, one would be lonely and in need of a companion horse.
Now, I don't know if I have that much influence on Supergirl only being her evil stepmom, but we do go out and say hi to the neighbor horses alot. I think it is just a truthful cliche` like boys and baseball, girls love horses. This girl still does.
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