One of the trainers at work, Betsy, gave me this the other day!
How cool is that!
I had a Welsh pony named Hurricane who ran me under the well shed’s tin roof, split my knee wide open and sent me to the hospital for 36 stitches, 2 weeks off my feet and 3 months of rehab. I was 10.
He looked a bunch like the pony on this cup.
Oh, the memories…