Mom took me to a farm again. We took grandma with us this time, because she really wanted to watch me ride one of the ponies at the farm!
But first, I fed the goats.
Then I played in a big room full of corn kernels.
Then I was told it was time to ride the pony!
Let me assure you, this was no small cute pony. I was hoisted up onto a gigantic horse. I was so upset I cried the whole time. Grandma and Mom thought my crying was funny. They were laughing as hard as I was crying.
Looking back on it, I realize how great it was to ride my first horse with Grandma. It is a special memory. Now, at least. Now that my tears have dried.
The day finished with a ride on the world’s best swing,
That swing went so high you could practically see the whole farm! Next time we come back I will be braver on the horse… or demand a pony.
Thanks for taking me somewhere fun and exciting, mom and Grandma!