My First Obsession

I don’t know too many people that can exist without experiencing an obsession at least once in their lives.  For me, it was all about the horse. Here is me and my first pony, Peter. His fiery temper is evident, no?

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Behold, the magnificent specimen…. Sans top.

I grew up surrounded by horses, as Dad was a Big Wig in the Racing industry and my Poppa was a famed breeder of the worlds slowest thoroughbreds. A few times I was the recipient of one of the backwards runners, which I used to then take to pony club and ride alongside my peers. While they bounced around on their shetland ponies, I was gallop around on a horse that was fresh off the track.

I would win any event that involved speed. Not because my horse was particularly fast, just because they were 11 times the size of all the others.

Here is Abby. She was as dim-witted and as sweet as any 17 hand high horse you would let your 7 year old ride.

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I recall one summer, the KFC store opened up to much fanfare, because there was a drive though. It was called Kentucky Fried Chicken back then, because we were under the belief that fried chicken was healthy.

I was in my swimmers, in the pool when I had a hot chip craving. I think I would have been about ten. Those hot chip cravings have been around a long time! Anyway, I jumped out of the pool, stole a couple of bucks from Mum and headed down to the paddock, swinging my halter and lead.

I then proceeded to ride Abby, barefoot and in my swimmers, though the streets, navigate some very busy intersections and though the drive though, to order my hot chips. The slack-jawed teenagers serving could not believe it. I took the hot chips down to the river, hoovered them like a bitch before treating Abby to a little swim in the water, where I washed the grease off my hands, and dried them on her mane.

All without the benefit of a helmet. Or a saddle. Or any sense whatsoever.

But I was not the only member of my family who had an obsession.

My son Harry, when he was a toddler, was obsessed with keys. Yes, keys. It was so bad that quite often I would get a call from the Child Care Centre at closing time, asking whether I could go and check Harry’s Bag for the Centre’s Keys, and there they were. I would have to drive them back to the centre so they could lock up.

Eventually they learnt to place them in a hook up high, not next the the office door.

When he was a toddler, if I needed to summon him from another part of the house, I would rattle my keys. And he would come a running. A bit like pavlov’s dog, I suppose.

And of course, when he was a very, very good boy, I would take him up to Simon the Shoe Repair Man where they would spend some time together, adding to his collection.

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Have you ever seen such happiness?

Because that was a very special treat. And I understood his need to feed an obsession. Albeit a very strange one…

What was your first obsession?

Linking up with Kerri Sackville and her #MyFirsts, today’s topic being… My First Obsession.