I think this is going to be a rather short blog entry for today. So here goes.
Years ago; I used to have a hobby horse as a little girl. It is a toy horse that a small child rides on as if he or she is riding a pony or a horse.
When I first began riding on this hobby horse; I used to just sit on it for a while till I have the idea as to how to move the toy. Instead of the giggle that I was being shown to do, I have decided to rock back and forth on this toy horse.
So I have been doing it ever since. Rocking this hobby horse that we called “Trigger” back and forth for hours on end.
As I have become attached to this toy play structure; it has had to go with me whenever I have gone on a trip to my grandparents or my great-aunt in Deland or Daytona, Florida.
Something about the motion of back and forth rocking seems to calm me. I have even ridden on the motorized exercise bike that my great-aunt had at for a long time before it was given away. But, the hobby-horse, “Trigger” always went with me whenever I have gone on any trips.
There was an incident when I went to have an eye surgery at a hospital. Of course, I didn’t know what was being said or what’s going on due to the undiagnosed deafness. We have this eye doctor who has successfully removed the cataracts in one of my eyes and he was going to remove and repair the damages done by the botched eye surgery.
Anyway; while the eye doctor and my mother were talking, I was present at that time. My grand-parents were there also. The eye doctor had noticed that my hands were callused and he has about to make an accusations about my mother being a child-abuser. My mother tried explaining to him how my hands were thickly callused. He would not hear of it till it was decided to take me to the children’s play-area where they have the hobby-horse. As soon as I was plopped on that hobby-horse; my hands tightly gripped the handles on the hobby-horse before I began rocking and forth! When he has seen how I gripped the handles on that play-thing, he later apologized.
In fact; my hands were callused from the hours of swinging as well.
Then, as I grew older, the hobby-horse, Trigger, also gets worn down from the countless hours of usage. I have rock this toy for hours on end for a few years.
Then, Trigger, finally broke. The chain that holds the hard plastic horse has broken off and I could no longer rock it without the risk of injuring myself.
So it was time to give him up. I do not remember how I was reacting to the disappearance of the hobby-horse.
So that was one of my few activities that I used to do for hours besides swinging on the swing-set and other habits that I’ve developed over the years. I believe that was one of those things that calms me and keeps me occupied for hours on end.
So I believe this is about it for another of my short childhood reminisce. I hope you enjoy reading it. Until the next blog, the writing will continue. 🙂