In The Beginning ... there was Genesis
| As a child of eight, I looked out into the horseless back yard of our home in Smithtown, Long Island with a long face. Another birthday, and still no horse. Mom and Dad gave generously, but I could not be sated. Only a horse would do. Months later, Christmas came to New York. The scene was much the same, except for the snow. Ho hum. No horse. Merry Christmas. "Somehow," I told myself grimly, "there will be horses. I've got to have horses." Eighteen months later, in Mrs. Ambosino's fourth grade class, I sat with drawings of stables I'd invented. I was busy arranging my pretend horses into their pretend stables. "What's that you're doing?" demanded a voice behind me. It was Debora Pinkowitz. Pain in the ass, I thought. "These are my horses," I replied in a tone that said she was an idiot, "I have to take care of all these horses." |